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Savage Desire	By : LindaG Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I own some Savage Garden paraphernalia. Other than that I have no claim to any of them. For the purposes of this fic, Savage Garden live in San Francisco. And if this doesn’t sound like the San Francisco you know, please remember, this is fiction.

Rated: NC-17 -- Disturbing subject matter. Kidnapping, Non-Consensual sex, Bondage.

“I want you to come
with me on a bit of a journey. We’re gonna go deep down, inside here…

It’s going to get a little
dark along the way, but we’re gonna get there together, and we’ll see each
other on the other side…”

~~Darren Hayes,
Superstars and Cannonballs tour~~

Savage Desire

He watched the yomen men through half lidded eyes. One short, almost swarthy, certainly dark; dark hair, dark eyes, moustache… he hated moustaches…

His eyes moved to the next one. Not much taller, more muscular. Spiky hair. Hmm… goatee… nice… possibilities there.

His breath hissed in, as his eyes took in the next one… skin as pale as moonlight… hair black as night…. He felt his cock come to life. The stubble on his chin… his full lips… his smile… definitely pleasant to look at.

The young man giggled at something the man next to him said. ‘Don’t like gigglers…’

He looked at man man who had spoken, and his heart nearly stopped. That smile… far and away brighter than that of the moonchild… he too had stubble on his chin… a nice strong chin… looked to be tall… thin, a bit wiry… and that hair…. Sun highlighted blond… tousled… like someone had been running their fingers through it.

He swallowed dryly. Perspiration breaking out on his forehead as his cock strained in his jeans. Oh, yes… he was a beauty…

His tongue ran over his lips, as he tried to imagine what the sun-tanned skin would taste like… and a low whimper escaped his lips.

The object of his desire stood up then… ‘Yes… tall, thin…’

His breath came in ragged pants now, as he felt for the bottle in his pocket.

A smile came to his thin lips, and he too stood up.

He watched his blond obsession nod to the others; strained his ears to hear; his knees buckling slightly as he realized the blond had a low voice, the sound nearly causing him to cream his pants.

Grabbing the table quickly for support, his glass toppled over. Blushing, he held his breath as the sharp tinkle of breaking glass caused a ripple of silence, radiating out from his center. Heads turned toward him.

A quick burst of anger surged through him as the blond turned toward him, smiling, but it faded at the realization the blond wasn't
laughing at him. The smile had been there already, he understood, as the blond looked back to the moonchild.

Simple curiosity had turned his head toward him.

And those eyes… Swallowing again, he headed for the door. Halfway across the club, and he could still remember them. Green. Sparkling. Bright gre
S
Shame they’d have to be closed. At least for a bit. But it was necessary.

He nodded to himself. Until those green eyes looked at him the way they looked at the moonchild.

Once outside, he took up an easy position in the shadows… unless he was mistaken, he would know how that skin would taste before morning…

“Hey, isn’t that Dan’s wallet?” Ben nodded toward the object in Darren’s hands.

“He had the last round. I guess he forgot it.”

Lee grabbed the wallet, and headed for the door. Dan was only a few moments ahead, and Lee was a quick runner.

He ran out into the parking lot, and looked both ways. A screech of tires in the dark pulled his eyes to the right.

‘Dan’s Mercedes.’

“Danny!” He yelled, and sprinted toward the car, waving the wallet over his head.

The car didn’t slow.

“Danny! Shit!”

Lee jumped to the side, as the Merc sped out of the parking lot.

The door of the pub opened, allowing Lee a short, fleeting glance at the driver.

Cold settled over his soul.

It wasn’t Daniel.

“Oh, God,” he croaked.

“What?” Ben asked as he walked up. “Couldn’t catch ‘im?”

“Get Darren, we need to search the lot.”

“What?”

Lee looked at Ben. He was a bit tipsy, going one for one with Danny, but he could hold his liquor better than Danny. Usually.

“That wasn’t Dan. Someone stole his car. Get Darren. We need to search the parking lot. Dan’s got to be here somewhere…”

Ben was suddenly alert. “Shit!”

He turned and ran into the pub to find Darren.

“Dear God,” Lee’s quiet voice prayed. “Please let him be here.”

Pounding. Banging. Daniel slowly woke to the realization that his head hurt like hell. And his arms… Why did his arms hurt? The muscles were burning… and why were they over his head?

Real fear hit him when he opened his eyes… to darkness!

‘Oh, please let this be a dream.’

Daniel realized at that moment that he was hanging by his wrists. His feet—his bare feet, barely flat on the floor.

Panic set in, and his heart began pounding wildly.

A moan of fear escaped his lips, unbidden.

“NO!” he yelped when a hand touched his bare chest.

‘Oh, God…I’m naked… what the hell is going on?’

The hand continued it’s touching, caressing, almost as if it was trying to soothe him.

“Why? Please… tell me… why?” Daniel pleaded with the unknown entity. He’d never considered himself a weak man. But he’d never faced anything like this before.

Darren had been robbed before.

‘Darren…’

“Are you sure it was Danny’s car?”

“Yes, Darren.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t Danny driving?”

“Darren, I am terribly certain Dan was not driving.”

“Oh God… ohgodohgodohgodohgod… Danny….” Darren sank to his knees, covering his face with his hands.

“Please, God… please let him be safe… please… you know I can’t live without him…”

Darren began shaking as sobs tore through him.

“Stay with him,” Ben whispered to Lee. “I’m going to call the police… and Leonie.”

Lee nodded, then crouched down and put his arms around his friend.

Darren turned toward Lee, burying his face in Lee’s shoulder, twisting his hands into Lee’s jacket.

Lee couldn’t think of anything to say. Hell, he was near tears himself. He just held onto Darren. Rocking him gently. Caressing the back of head as a mother might caress her child.

A short time later, Ben came back out.

“Leonie’s on her way. The police should get here soon.”

Lee nodded.

“They’ve got a pool room inside that’s empty. I… reserved it. You should take Darren inside, in case any reporters come snooping with the police. I’ll wait out here. It’s to the left of the door as you go in. Second door to the right.”

Lee nodded again, and with Ben’s help got Darren onto his feet.
ybe ybe get him a glass of wine.”

“Okay.”

Ben watched Lee lead Darren into the pub, then shook his head, and seriously considered forgetting his resolution to give up smoking.

The hand continued its caress of Daniel’s trembling body.

It was joined by a second.

Daniel bit his lip in an effort to keep his teeth from chattering, ashamed of himself for being so terrified.

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood when one hand moved down, and began touching him there.

The other hand went behind his head, and pulled it forward.

A tongue flicked across his lips, licking the warm blood he felt on his chin.

“Don’t… please don’t…”

The hand behind his head held it firm as lips met his, crushing in their force, as the other hand continued its attentions down below.

Daniel tried to shake his head free, but his movements were hampered by the hand… the pain in his arms.

Soon the tongue forced its way into his mouth. He heard a guttural growl… nearly as low as his own voice.

He swallowed, and gasped for breath as the lips pulled back from his.

Blushed as his cock began to respond against his will.

Then the tongue was back. Slowly licking across his jaw. Down the side of his neck.

He cried out when teeth bit into the tender flesh in the curve of his neck.

“Stop… please… please…”

But the tongue moved down to his nipples.

His body began to sway in its restraints, so the hand on the back of his neck moved to his back. Between his shoulder blades.

Tears pricked his eyes as he felt the sensations of the heat in his groin. He didn’t want this… he didn’t. But his body seemed detached from his brain.

Teeth bit at his nipple and he cried out again.

Silently he shook his head, his mind screaming: ‘No, no, no, no, no!!!’

He leaned his head into his arm, as the tears began to fall; tongue and teeth moved to his other nipple. The hand continued it’s stroking of his now firm arousal.

Another weak cry as the other nipple was bitten roughly.

A deep gasp as the hand behind him moved down, one finger roughly forcing its way inside him.

“No… please…” his voice was harsh from the sobs he struggled to contain.

The finger began working itself in and out, as warm, moist heat enveloped his cock.
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