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Guardian Angel	By : akaWind Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1512 -:- 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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Chapter 10

I walked on the streets and tried to think where Darren might go. I was terrified that I wouldn’t find him, and that surprised me just a bit. He might go back to his home…. No, that wasn’t likely. If he returned home, it would cost him his life. That Stan obviously was the sort of person who would likely keep his word about killing Darren if they crossed paths again.

I had gone three blocks, and still no trace of Darren. I questioned passer-bys, the homeless who rested upon the sidewalk, whores who stood along the streets; I peeked in bars but I didn’t find him.

I was devastated and cursed myself for my unnecessary callousness with Darren. I had just passed a hotel when I noticed the neon sign of some club. Something about it drew my attention. ‘You never can tell,’ I shrugged. ‘If I can’t find him, I may as well wet my whistle.’

The club was thin and stuffy. It reminded me of one of the saloons shown in old western movies. I slowly went to the bar and ordered a mug of beer. I took two long gulps, then sat in a chair to watch everything from a nearby corner.

"Hey, handsome," I heard a woman’s voice say. "Want to treat lady? Buy a drink?"

I looked over and saw a luxurious lady with splendid red hair. "Well, handsome? Or do you want to stay alone too?" she smirked.

"Sweetie, I will, with the greatest of pleasure, purchase you a whole pool of drinks if you will help me," I answered.

"What’s your problem, handsome?" the woman said. She rocked slightly and nearly fell on me. "It’s my profession to help solve male problems," she added with a wink.

Where had I already heard such an expression? Beyond question she was Darren’s “colleague.” ‘Maybe she can help me,’ I thought with the hope. "Did you see a lad of twenty years or so with long black hair down to his shoulders? Clad in black?"

"…Clad in black… about twenty years…hmm…," she mused.

I thought she had fallen asleep, but then she nearly deafened me her shout. "Ah! Maybe you mean that sweet boy… hmm… I think that he is gay." The woman slowly lit her cigarette and released a trickle of smoke. "I never understood these guys. You know, I did that once, and here is what I want to say to you, handsome." She bent closer to me and grabbed me by the top of my shirt. "That it is so painful! Don’t know why they do it." She released me and continued with a pensive whine, "I think they do it for love or money. Yes, for love or money."

Her word caused me to flinch. ‘No way.’ I thought. Yet, Darren hadn’t taken my money when I wanted to pay him. Why not? Was it possible?

Her voice broke through my thoughts. "Listen, what does he mean to you? You look like a nice, straight boy."

“He’s my friend.” I answered to her.

“Your friend?” She stared at me in disbelief.

“Yep, a friend. So, you seen him? Was he here? Do you know where he went?”

“Stop, stop, stop!” She giggled and waved her hand in the unsteady way drunks do. “You ask too many questions all at once, my dear. Remember, you promised to treat me…"

I ordered a whole bottle of expensive cognac and waited for her to tell me what she knew.

"He was here. Such a lovely boy. So calm…" She filled her cup with cognac and drank it in one gulp. "I came to him. I thought that he might treat me too, but he asked to be left alone... So polite…."

"Where did he go?" I asked impatiently.

"Oh, I see you are a gentleman, too. Then that man came to him. Sid… something. Well, I don’t remember his name. He always looks for pretty boys. I was with him twice. In bed, I mean. Not a man, but stallion!” She laughed drunkenly. “Well… They spoke for a few minutes then left the club. I’m sure he lead him to his beloved place…"

"Where? Where is this place?" I stood and got ready to go immediately to where she would say.

"Nearby here. Three minutes along on the street, then to the left and once again to the left. There is a small niche between houses…."

I didn’t listen to her any further. Silently I got from my pocket five hundred dollar bills, and put them in her hand. Then I kissed her firmly on the cheek and left.

Rain whipped my face, but I didn't care. I tried to go more quickly, but my injured leg constantly reminded of itself, calling back with strong pain. I turned to the left, as the woman said, passing little before I once again turned to the left. The darkened alley was strewn with rubbish, broken glass, the debris of some old car. I accelerated my steps. Soon I heard a voice. One voice.

I followed the sound, passed around a rubbish bin and saw a horrible picture before my eyes. Darren lay face down upon a pile of rubbish. His trousers were around his ankles and, oh God…. I saw blood on his hips. Nearby him, with his back to me, a squat man in a Stetson shook Darren’s lifeless body.

"Leave him alone or you’ll be sorry!" I screamed and rushed forward. The man jumped to his legs, surprised, but fell on the ground with one punch from my fist to the middle of his face. I grasped a metal pipe that laid nearby and waited, but he didn’t make any attempt to get up. His face was bloody. I’d broken his nose.

"I swear, I didn’t touch him!" he screamed in a pleading voice. "I was going to cum, and that lad just lost consciousness…. I ….I didn’t do nothing bad to him."

I let out a roar. "He’s covered with blood!"

"I’m not guilty! He didn’t have any lubricant…. I feared he might be sick. Never met such a pathetic bitch."

"Don’t call him that." I lifted my hand once again. "Get out of here before I break all your bones."

The man slowly got up, splitting blood from his mouth and walked away mumbling to himself. I waited until he disappeared from sight, and then tossed the pipe aside before I bent over Darren’s body.

I carefully turned him over on his back and found that he was unconscious. His face was deathly white, there was clotted blood on his lips, small abrasions on his left cheek. I looked around. There was blood on the nearby wall, and broken glass where he had fallen.

I tried to dress him without shaking him. I pulled his trousers up and frowned, touching the yellow-green fingerprint-shaped bruises that were already showing up on his hips and thighs. There were more scratches, angry and red, marring his pale flesh. I began to wish I had done more than release that sorry bastard with only a broken nose. I finally got his pants on him and when I fastened the fly, Darren moaned softly and began to move.

Trying not to scare him, I tenderly took his hand and said quietly, "Shhhhh… It’s Daniel. Don’t be afraid."

I saw his eyelashes flutter and then he opened his eyes. With trembling lips he asked, "Where am I?"

"It’s going to be okay. We need to go to our hotel."

“A hotel?” he repeated. He was disoriented. I don’t think he remembered what had happened to him.

“Yeah. Our hotel room. I’ll help you,” I said. I stood carefully. My injured leg protested every movement. Then I gently helped Darren to his feet and guided him in the direction of our hotel.

When we came out of the alleyway, I stopped a taxi and eased Darren into it. Then I sat down myself.

"I hope that lad don’t die in my car," the driver looked at us with suspicion. I threw a cruel glance at him, but said nothing. I didn’t want to spoil my mood because of such trifle. The quicker we reached the hotel, the better for Darren.

I got out of the taxi, carefully holding Darren under his arm. We caused a bit of surprise and got curious looks from the hotel manager and other people when we passed them in the hall, but I didn't care. Darren’s body shook with small tremors.

I had a lot of trouble with the keys, but thank God the door it opened and we fell into our room.

I helped Darren to the bed, and took the phone in my hand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him raise himself from the bed.

"Who are you calling?" he asked quietly.

I reached out and pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. "An ambulance," I answered. "You need to see a doctor." Then I gently ran my hand through his hair.

"No. It’s not needed. I’ll be OK soon." He tried to smile.

"Are you sure? I think you need to go to the hospital," I said.

"I don't need to see a doctor, Daniel. I’ll be alright, I swear. But thank you for caring so much," he said.

I thought a little and then put the phone back. "Then let me help you," I said and began to take off his clothes.

Darren looked at me with horror in his eyes and asked with a tremulous voice, "What do you want to do? I’m not sure I can…."

"You don’t understand." I smiled at him. "I want to help you take a bath and examine your face."

“What’s wrong with my face?” Darren began to worry.

"Nothing terrible. You fell with your face down on a piece of glass and cut it." I tried to calm him.

“Shit.” Darren raised a hand to his face and carefully touched the cut. "Oh, man. I won’t be able to work like this." He winced from pain when he pressed too hard. "I’ll have to charge less if it scars. Clients don’t like freaks."

“You don’t needed to do that…" I paused. "…that job. I have money and…"

“No. I can’t.” Suddenly he jumped back from me. “I….I won’t use it…”

“Shhhhh. Let’s talk about it later,” I whispered to him. "Let me to take care of you."

Darren said nothing. He just lowered his head to my shoulder and watched me. I carefully took off his shirt, but when I started to unbutton his trousers he stopped me.

"No. I can do it myself."

I watched as he tried to unbutton his trousers and remove them. When he finally succeeded in getting them unfastened, I turned away as Darren dropped his pants then moved to take off his underwear.

"I….I’ll go fill the bath," I mumbled.

While the bath filled with water, I had time to think. I could not understand why Darren had made such a choice. Why had he gone on the street? Why did he go to that club and why did he go with that man? Why?

When the water was nearly up to edge of the tub, I shut off the faucet and stepped out to look at Darren. He sat on the edge of the bed with closed eyes, naked, quietly shaking.

Trying not to look at his body, I approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. Darren stiffened and opened his eyes.

“Your bath is ready,” I told him, embarrassed.

"Thanks," he answered and rose from the bed.

Reluctantly I turned away so I wouldn’t see his naked body. It was quite strange. Last night I had mad sex with him, but now I was afraid to look at him.

He trembled with weakness and nearly fell. I overcame my confusion and put my hands under his arms to steady him.

“I’ll help you. If you don’t mind?”

Darren smiled sadly. “I’d appreciate that. I wouldn’t mind at all. I don’t have any hang-ups where that is concerned.”

I cautiously set him in the bath and sat myself down on the edge. I found the shower gel on a shelf beside me. It had a nice sandalwood aroma that brought a smile to my face.

Next, I picked up a bath sponge, put some of the gel on it, and began to stroke Darren’s soft skin. In the beginning I felt some of the tension in his shoulders. Then it began to leave and in one minute Darren had completely relaxed under my hands. I passed from his shoulders to his back, cautiously passing by old scars and marks. I looked at Darren’s face and saw that his eyes were closed again. The guy was completely exhausted. I moistened the sponge with water, put a little more gel on it and started to wash his chest. When my hand touched his nipples, Darren’s eyes flew open, and a gasp fell from his lips.

Instantly I drew my hand aside. "I’m sorry."

Darren smiled weakly. “It’s OK. Just… I’m very sensitive there, you know?”

"Oh," was all that I could say. “Maybe you should wash yourself ….. your sensitive places?”

He lifted his eyes to me. “I… I’m afraid, that I can’t…. I’m very tired, and the bath has just sapped my strength.” He bit his lower lip. “I’d be pleased if you could help me bathe.”

“Oh…..OK,” I answered and blushed. “If-if you’re OK with that.”

“As I told you earlier, I don’t have many inhibitions.” Darren smiled.

“Then… then let's begin with your hair,” I said, and reaching for the shampoo, I began to wash his hair.

I did some easy movements and his head disappeared under a foam cap. While I slowly massaged his scalp, I noticed how he issued a moan of pleasure. I smiled. I always was the master of the head massage. After kneading Darren’s hair a few more minutes, I cautiously washed the foam off. His damp hair hugged his scalp, making him look like a child caught in the rain.

After a while I let my hands trail down from his hair, along his neck, then back again. I took the sponge again and rubbed over his shoulders, then down his spine.

“Darren, you need to stand,” I whispered. With a slight groan, Darren rose to his feet and curiously looked at me through the hair that had fallen into his eyes.

“I’ll try to be careful,” I said calmly. “If it’s unpleasant to you or hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”

I washed one leg, then other, over his arse and up his back again. Cautiously I washed off the traces of seed and blood from his hips, trying to make my movements as gentle as possible.

Darren stepped closer and leaned against me. I heard a hiss of pain.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked. He only shook his head.

"I’m finished,” I said finally and reached forward to turn off the water. I took a towel from the rack and wrapped Darren’s body, rubbing him slightly. Then I helped him out of the tub, and back to the bed where I settled him under the covers.

“You need to sleep,” I whispered.

Darren groaned something under his breath before his eyes fluttered shut and he fell asleep almost immediately.

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