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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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Disclaimer:This story is fiction. I own some Savage Garden paraphernalia. Other than that I have no claim to anybody except theractracters I created to populate this world. For the purposes of this fiction, Savage Garden lives in San Francisco.

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

“I want to move in time with you

I want to breathe in rhyme with you

I want to feel the deepest kiss

And I want to know you feel like this”

~~Darren Hayes, This Side of Me~~

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“Is everything finalized for the street party tomorrow?” Darren asked Leonie. His attention was split between the P.A. and watching his partner, and lover, as he sorted through a fair mess of papers on top of the piano.

A solid week of nightmares and flashbacks after returning home had forced him to press Daniel to visit a psychiatrist. At first he had refused to even consider it.

But when Darren had returned from giving an interview three months ago to find Lee unable to breathe, Daniel’s hands wrapped around his throat, he had mercilessly used his partner’s guilt and Ben’s controlled anger to finally convince him he needed help.

Daniel had refused to go alone. Darren assured him he would not be alone, and had gone with him every time.

It had only been the last three and a half weeks that Daniel had recovered enough to begin playing again.

“Yes it is. The permits have been issued. Parking and bussing has been arranged, and we’ve hired extra security in addition to the police who will be patrolling the area.”

Darren nodded absently, his eyes on Daniel as the musician’s long fingers began coaxing a melody from the keys of the piano. A relieved smile stretched his lips. It was a new tune. He closed his eyes for a few moments and let the notes wrap around him. His smile widened.

He’d been terrified inside all these months, sharing his fears only with Lee. How Lee had known, he didn’t know. But the quiet bassist had taken him out one sunny afternoon, leaving Ben to watch after Daniel.

The sun had seemed to warm Darren to his very core and before he knew what was happening, he was crying on Lee’s shoulder.

Lee held him and rubbed his shoulder… so reminiscent of his mother when he was a child. He had poured out his fears about Daniel and the band then.

For a man whose very life had been one bit of melody or another, it had scared him terribly when Daniel retreated from music. Being found in empty rooms crying. Shaking in corners. And the nightmares….

Darren didn’t know if they would play at the party or not, but Daniel had agreed to go, and that was all Darren would ask for. The fans would understand, he was sure.

“Darren? Have you been listening?”

Turning toward Leo, he tilted his head bashfully and shook it slightly.

“Sorry, Leo. That’s a new tune, did you know that?” He whispered, hoping to impress upon her the significance of the moment.

“But Daniel’s always writing, it’s what he does. He—”

“No, Leo. If you had been here these last months more than a few times a week, you would have known.”

“I’m sorry, Darren, I—”

“It’s okay, Leo. I understand. I was scared, too. And you had your boyfriend and Sony and everything…”

He turned back toward Daniel, swaying slightly with the tune. Daniel looked at him suddenly, as if just realizing he was there, and flashed a smile. Returning the smile he stood suddenly, drawn to his love like a moth to a flame.

“It’s wonderful, baby,” he said as he slid onto the bench beside Daniel and put his arm around the younger man’s waist.

Daniel licked his lips, bit his bottom lip and frowned as he stopped. Darren’s eyebrows raised, but he knew there was nothing wrong. He’d seen these expressions before…. Before. He shivered slightly.

The only fingerprints that had been found had belonged to Jake Pearson. A lawyer had assured them that without more evidence than what had been provided by the rape kit, conviction of Hardison would be nearly impossible. ‘That’s the problem with gang rapes….’ Were his words, more or less. And he would not put Daniel through the pain of a trial without absolute certainty of a conviction.

“You okay, Dazza?” Daniel asked, concern replacing the concentration of moments before.

“Oh. I’m fine. Didn’t mean to interrupt—”

That smile again. Just a touch of shyness to it. And a slight shrug.

“That’s all there is,” he explained as he started playing it again.

Setting the notes in his mind, Darren knew from experience. He kissed Daniel on the cheek, and moved back toward the couch.

“Catering?”

“American and Chinese. Cases of soda and gallons of tea,” Leonie replied with a grin.

“Sounds good, Leo.” Darren grinned back.

“Oh, before I go—”

“You’re leaving so soon?”

“Hot date!”

“Ooohh, Robert?” Darren giggled as he walked Leo to the door.

“Do you want us to pick you up?” she said, giving him a look that pointedly said he was too nosy.

“No. I think I’ll drive. Just in case it turns out to be too much for him.”

Leo nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll see you there tomorrow, then.”

Darren locked the door after Leo left. He looked in on Daniel again before he headed toward the kitchen. No take-out tonight, or call out, or delivery, or whatever the term. It was their seven-month anniversary, and he was determined to make it as special as circumstances allowed.

First he went to the dining room, and took out the candelabra that had been his grandmother’s. It was an ornate silver piece with carved vines twining the base and running out both arms. He placed a small warming pad in the center of the dark mahogany table and carefully set the holder in the center of it. Then he turned back to the hutch again, and opened one of the drawers.

‘What kind of candles? Baked Apple?’ He chuckled to himself. ‘No, I don’t think so. Danny hasn’t given me any indication he’s ready for anything more intimate than what we did that first night.’ He frowned slightly, then sighed and smiled lightly. ‘How can I complain? Now, candles…’

Deciding that Chocolate Brownie was out of the question, too, he finally decided on Vanilla and took out seven of the slender tapers, placing them into the holders.

In the kitchen, he set about starting a pot to boil for rice. Chicken breasts were lightly seasoned with salt, pepper, and a touch of lemon juice. He covered them, and set the dish in the refrigerator to marinate a bit. Darren began to whistle the bit of tune that Daniel had played earlier as he measured the rice, and started chopping vegetables for the salad.

‘Hmm… dessert? I should fix something, but what?’ He took the chicken out of the refrigerator, placed it on the broiler pan, and put it under the broiler, while he tried to decide what he could make in the short amount of time left before everything would be ready.

“Aah!” He screeched sharply as arms encircled his waist. “Danny! Don’t scare me like that! I could have had a knife in my hand.”

Daniel pulled him close, and placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck.

“Mmm… I wondered…” another light kiss. “Where you had gotten to.” Daniel began sucking the lobe of his ear, and a shiver raced down his spine.

“D-don’t, Danny. P-please… oh, god…” he moaned loudly as lips sucked on his throat, his head dropping back onto Daniel’s shoulder, his knees nearly buckling.

“Everything smells so wonderful, Dazza.”

Darren shivered again at the desire that filled Daniel’s low voice. ‘Does he really want this? Oh, god, if he doesn’t stop soon I won’t be able to control myself…’

“Danny… Da—Danny, please…. Dinner’s going to burn… a—and I want tonight to be sp—special.”

A whimpering sound seeped from his parted lips as Daniel’s hands moved in opposite directions. One hand lightly brushed over his right nipple as the other cupped his crotch. He groaned as his cock jumped in his pants.

“Dessert—” he panted desperately.

“Hmm?”

“Wh—wh—what do you wa—want for dessert?”

The hand on his crotch began a rhythmic motion. Damnably slow, teasingly soft. Darren closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Control seemed to have left him, as his arms hung limply at his side and he tried not to give himself over completely.

Desperately drawing air into his lungs, Darren breathed deeply. Sniffed again.

“Danny! Stop!”

Daniel jumped back as if he’d been burned. Darren grabbed the potholders. When had the timer gone off?

He shut the oven off with one hand, and opened the broiler with the other. Smoke. It wasn’t pouriut, ut, but still. He waved a hand in front of his face, and then pulled the pan out. He’d heard of blackened redfish, but blackened chicken breast? He blinked several times, as his lower lip trembled.

It was then he realized he had yelled at Daniel. He turned his head toward his lover, raising it to look at his face. ‘Oh, shit.’

The musician’s features were blank,but his eyes were wide.

Darren set the pan on the stove.

“Danny…”

Daniel blinked once, then focused on him.

“I’m so sorry, Danny. I—I didn’t mean… dinner—” He gestured helplessly at the burned meal. Tears began to fall. “I—I—” He shook his head helplessly. ‘Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!’

He flinched when fingers touched his cheek. His thoughts stopped as lips met his tenderly. ‘When had he closed his eyes?’ He wondered as he opened them to gaze at the man who meant more than life itself to him.

“Dan—”

Fingers pressed to his lips and the room brightened with the intensity of the smile that warmed him.

A low rumble. Daniel’s eyebrows raised as he tilted his head. Darren chuckled and grinned, then turned and pulled a bowl out for the rice.

“Would you?” He indicated the pan with the cover as he picked up the broiler pan. “I’ll see if I can salvage the chicken.”

The aroma of vanilla calmed him further. The chicken had been quite salvageable. Shy glances, little smiles and feet playing under the table left him wondering how much of the glitter in the emerald gaze was actually caused by the candles, and how much by the desire that Daniel had displayed earlier.

“This is so wonderful, Darren. Thank you.”

“I wanted to celebrate. Our anniversary. Your new tune.”

Daniel reached over and wrapped his long fingers around his hand. He chewed his lip a moment before he spoke.

“I’d like to make it special… in a different way.”

Darren’s breath caught in his throat. “You mean—” he said softly.

The sparkle brightened into a flame of desire. Fingers tightened on his hand. “Yes… please…” the low voice pleaded.

No sound came from the singer’s open mouth as his eyes gazed deeply into the heated emeralds beside him.

“Darren, please…”

“You—are you—do you—?”

A low chuckle. A nervous nod.

For some reason, Darren suddenly felt like a teenager on his first date. ‘What if I do it wrong? What if I do what he did? What if Danny doesn’t—’

Here and now rushed back to him when Daniel began sucking his lower lip.

“Sometimes you think too much, Dazza,” he chided gently. “I need you, Darren.” He brushed his hands up Darren’s sides and rubbed his cheek on Darren’s. “I want you to love me.”

The singer gasped as warm lips sucked on the curve of his neck.

“I want you to make love to me…”

Darren’s hands found their way to the face that was below his and held it steady as his lips captured Daniel’s. He moaned as their tongues met.

“Come.” He croaked as they broke the kiss.

They stumbled up to the bedroom. Stopped beside the bed. Darren was shaking, he was so nervous. Daniel leaned down and kissed him softly again. He shook his head mentally. Danny was relying on him and he was acting like he was the one—.

‘Stop that!’

It had been so much easier that first night. Easier when he knew the limits. But now… Darren closed his eyes and thought of that gray area that always calmed his active mind. Concentrated on the feel of his lover’s tongue. Heard the mewling sounds and concentrated on opening himself to what his partner was feeling. What he needed.

Hands tangled as they groped for the buttons of each other’s shirts. He let his fingers caress the lean chest in front of him as their kiss deepened. They both sucked air into their lungs as their mouths parted again.

Darren’s hands swept down the lean contours as he dropped to his knees, his blue eyes seeking, and capturing the green gaze above him. His hands paused at the waist of Daniel’s pants for a moment, and he swayed from the flood of desire he felt from Daniel. His fingers pulled frantically, and the button popped off. He didn’t notice as his trembling fingers yanked the zipper down. Jeans and boxers quickly followed, his gaze dropping to watch the hard cock in front of him twitch with anticipation.

Opening his mouth, he took it into his mouth, groaning deeply at the flavor he had missed.

Daniel staggered slightly from the vibration against his straining member. He moaned as he curled his hands in Darren’s hair, his hips automatically mirroring the actions of the mouth moving on his cock.

“Oh… oh god… Da—Dar—I—I—ohhh….”

Hands tightened on his buttocks, and he felt his cock hit the back of Darren’s throat. His back arched as he shivered and shook with his orgasm. The hands held firm while lips, tongue and throat swallowed his essence.

His chest heaved as he fought for breath, his head still light. He quivered again when the cooler air of the room hit his wet cock, and sighed when warm arms enclosed his trembling body.

When he could think clearly, Daniel realized they were lying in bed.

“Darren… please… I… need you…”

Darren looked deeply into the emerald eyes that begged their need. He kissed Daniel, then got up and went into the bathroom. When he came back with the last of the massage cream and a condom, Daniel was propped up on one elbow. He stopped short at the look in those emerald eyes. Wondered a moment if he was safe.

A slender arm reached out, an equally slender finger grabbing a loop on his jeans and pulling him over the bed.

“I told you,” the rough voice scolded gently. “You think too much.”

Darren moaned as his lover’s tongue flicked out, ghosting over his excited nipples.

Gasps, moans and shudders, as the guitarist’s talented fingers played over Darren’s toned chest. Teasing the soft hairs while lips and tongue caressed his sensitive nipples. When his hips begged for attention, Daniel stopped his ministrations to quickly free the throbbing cock, pulling jeans and shorts off in a swift, fluid motion. Then he tore open the condom, and rolled it over the turgid member.

Darren struggled to focus his eyes when the lips finally ceased tormenting his nipples. He watched in fascination as his erection was sheathed. Closed his eyes and arched his body as the long fingers lubed him. He opened his eyes when the warm hand left his cock. Watched, mouth agape, as Daniel worked his slick fingers into his opening, threw his head back and cried out his longing.

Suddenly the green fires were directed at him, and a low growl accosted his ears.

“Fuck me, Darren…. Please!”

Darren sat up, and pulled his love to him. He began placing soft kisses on the tanned flesh, and the pleading voice quickly changed to one of lustful desire. He twisted, laying Daniel on the bed once again. Ran his tongue up the long neck. Stopped to suck and lick the pulse that increased with the gasps of his partner.

He ran his hands down the slim chest, along the hips, his fingers stopping to gently stroke the sensitive flesh of the inner thighs; his lips and tongue lavishing attention to the twin peaks on the smooth chest.

When Daniel bucked his hips, tossing his head side to side, Darren got more of the massage cream on his fingers, and prepped the puckered opening again. Gently he pushed a finger in, working it around slowly. When he put a second finger in, he was able to lightly brush against the prostate. Desire, want, need, lust, the sounds poured forth from the guitarist’s open mouth. Darren stroked the spot again, and then withdrew his fingers. He leaned over Daniel, who looked at him with eyes that were almost
black. Keeping his eyes on Daniel’s, he guided his lubed member to his lover’s entrance and paused. He knew what he felt and what he wanted, but he needed to be absolutely certain Daniel felt the same.

Please. He felt it. Saw it in the gaze that held his.

Gently he pushed against the tight muscle. Increased the pressure firmly. His eyes closed when the head of his cock penetrated the first ring of muscle. A moan of desirenedened his eyes again. Daniel’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, as his legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed again, and suddenly he was doubly sheathed.

He panted in unison with Daniel at the feeling. How he had longed for this moment, not daring to hope. The hands on his shoulders pulled him down as hips rolled and muscles contracted. Lips met in a burning kiss, deepened as he fought to keep control of the instincts that wanted to pound into the body below his.

But soon his lover was moaning needfully, hips crashing against his. Darren increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, the last shred of thought being that he needed to be gentle.

Pulling his lips from Daniel’s, he wrapped his still slick fingers around the arousal that had been digging into his chest. Balancing on his other hand, he worked his lover’s cock.

Daniel stiffened, then arched his back and screamed when he came the second time. Darren made one final thrust into Daniel.

He shuddered again when the cock brushed his sweet spot, and the action pulled the singer over the edge.

“Oh, Daniel….” He trembled and convulsed with the force of his orgasm, collapsing on the guitarist as he gasped for breath.

Daniel slowly wrapped his arms around Darren, absently rubbing his hands over the singer’s back as he struggled to regain his own awareness.

He clenched the lower muscles and smiled languorously at the feel of the still hard cock deep inside. Shifting so as not to wake his slumbering love, Daniel carefully pulled the bedspread over them. Holding Darren tightly to him, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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