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Winds of Destiny	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 1514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard... Joe, Sav, Phil, Vivian, Rick, Malvin...Forever Knight, Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. No profit is being made by writing this fiction piece.

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Disclaimer: Truly, Madly, Deeply by Sound Garden only used for this sage. I don’t own that song, entertainment purposes only.

Winds of Destiny(Pt12)
Sav pushed the french door open to his and Nick’s room, just off the pool area, the room was nearly as dark as the night outside. He scanned what he could see of the shadows from where he stood, nothing seemed out of place. Trying to shake the feeling he had most of the night, he stepped through the door to flip on the light switch on, bathing the room in soft light. Leaving the door open, he padded to the table to set the liquor and green bottle on the table. Throwing the wet towel on the bathroom floor to use after his shower. Going to the dresser to pull out clean clothes for the night, taking those to the bathroom also.
Snatching up the clear bottle, he tossed back several gulps of liquor, the harshness of it burned his throat until he followed that with uncut blood. It wasn’t until then, Sav noticed the gentle sway of the shear white curtains to the door leading to the gardens. ‘I don’t remember leaving that open.’ He though, then blew it off, thinking that maybe Crystal or Nick had. Quickly finishing off his next drink, Sav took one of each bottle and went to the bathroom for a shower to wash the chlorine from his skin.
He skimmed his damp swim trunks down his legs and tossed them on the floor. Taking a long drink from both bottles before sitting them down on the vanity. Stepping into the large glass enclosed shower stall, Sav turned the hot water on and stood under the pulsing spray, letting the heat work with the liquor he had consumed. Taking up the shampoo he poured a good portion into his palm and worked it to a rich lather in his hair. Ducking under the spray to wash it out, his senses heightened. Wiping the water and soap from his face he peered through the steamed glass doors.
“Anybody there?” Sav called out to the quiet room. “Yeah right, they are really going to answer you.” Grabbing the washcloth, he wiped his face again. Blowing out a tense breath as the feeling diminished, Sav scolded himself when he jumped at his own shadow on the creamed colored tiles in the shower. “I fucking hate this feeling. Everything is the same as the night I fell.” He stepped back under the water to finish rinsing his hair. Seconds later his sense came alive again, he spun around, breath caught in his lungs, there was no second guessing his instinct this time, some one was in this room with him. He could barely see the movement on the other side of the glass. ‘I will not let the fear control me this time.’
Willing himself to move, Sav stretched for the towel, wiped the dripping water from his face and took a small step forward, his eyes never leaving the movement several feet from him on the other side of the glass. His grip was firm as he slid the door open slowly, cool air lashed at his wet skin. Sav glanced around the room, his gaze landed on the gently blowing sheer curtains over the large window.
His entire body relaxed when he realized that it was just the curtains blowing in the wind. “Shit.” Scolding himself again, he turned around to shut the water off. He stepped out of the shower he grabbed his rob from the hook, loosely tying as he went to the window to close it. Picking up another towel for his hair, Sav left the bathroom, going into the master suite. Drying his hair he flipped on the stereo and spun through the stations, he stopped on a song that sounded familiar; his own voice came through the speakers.

I will love you with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do….

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sav hissed at the radio. He went to turn it off when Joe’s voice comes in, letting his fingers hover above the button to listen.

I will be strong, I will be faithful
Cause I’m counting on a new beginning
A reason for livin’ a deeper meaning yeah

I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bath with you in the sea
I want to lay like this…

A smile touched his lips remembering the day they had recorded the song. Both of them were in the sound booth and Joe was in a rather frisky mood, Phil and Rick at the control board. Phil would yell at them over the speaker when their minds wondered else where and forgot to sing. During one of the longer musical parts of the song, Joe had lunged for Sav, causing both of them to fall, then kissing him deeply before he had to sing the next verse. Phil and Rick laughed hysterical upon seeing Sav’s flushed cheeks and very obvious bulge in Joe’s jeans. That one had to be redone because his voice was to shaky to put on the final cut.
Sav turned the volume up to listen closely, he knew that no one else could hear the soft moans under the music, only the ones that were there that day during the recording, knew it was there. He turned it down again as Joe’s voice filled the room and the memories of that day in the studio continued to filled his mind. It had been a long time since he had felt that content with his life.
“Not for the lack of trying either.” Sav mumbled. “Yeah right Savage, who are you kidding? Rachel saw it, Nick refuses to see it and you are to stubborn to do anything about it.” Drying his hair again he closed his eyes to listen to the song as sadness gripped his heart even tighter.
Seconds later he was slammed against the entertainment center the stereo sat on, the lower shelve dug painfully into his chest. He didn’t get the chance to turn around as he was yanked backwards and thrown across the room, landing heavily on the floor. His dazed mind and body didn’t move as someone sat on him, grabbed his wrist, then stretching his arms above his head, then slammed them to the floor.
“Ha, I win!” A familiar voice growled.
Shaking the confusion from his mind, Sav blinked his eyes, waiting for the blurriness to clear. “…ow..wha…get off me!”
“You’re not playing the game right.”
Sav held his gaze, saw the wildness in their green depths. “I..I don’t want to play this game Joe.”
“You always liked it before.” Joe rose up a bit, trailing his free hand down Sav’s chest, pushed the rob aside more, felt his body jerk when he pinched his nipple. “Doesn’t matter, I still won and I will have my prize.”
“This is not a game Joe and I am not some trophy to put on…”
Joe clamped his hand over his mouth. “Yes I will.” Titling his head sideways, he smiled. “I even came…undressed for the occasion, well almost anyways.”
Sav jerked his head sideways, trying to dislodge his hand. He tugged hard to free his wrists, but Joe tightened his grip. Feeling him shift above him, Sav tried to relax, but kept every muscle ready.
Joe licked the dryness from his lips, his nostrils flared upon smelling Sav’s blood and he didn’t bother to stop his fangs as they dropped into place. Slowly removing his hand from Sav’s mouth, his finger tips lingered on his lips. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
Sav darted his eyes back to him. “No.”
Joe sat up a little higher, his smile fading. Releasing his grip on Sav’s wrist, he stood up. Pushing himself from the floor, Sav flinched from the pain in his chest, glancing down to see the red mark. Looking at Joe, he noticed his features had grown dangerously dark, a predatory gleam shone in his deep golden eyes. Pulling in a slow breath, Sav held his gaze before he spun around and bolted for the door. He heard Joe’s deep growl behind him mere seconds before he face first on the floor. The air was forced from his lungs again when Joe landed on top of him, then yanked his head upward by the hair.
“That was the wrong thing to do.” Joe hissed in his ear.
“Let go.” Sav told him calmly.
“Why? So you can run again.” Joe eased his grip, dropping his head down to lightly nip at Sav’s shoulder and back up to his ear. “You know I always enjoyed chasing you…winning…staking claim to my prize.” Grinding his pelvis down on him, Joe let out a deep groan.
Taking another deep breath, Sav twisted his body, trying to throw Joe off him. “I am not your fucking prize!”
Joe shoved him back down. “It would be in your best interest not to fight me, because you will lose and I will get what I want.”
Sav thought about it for a split second, then relaxed his entire body beneath him, hearing Joe’s deep chuckle as he shifted his body to lean down close to his ear. “I knew you would see it my way.” Joe growled and swiped the damp hair from Sav’s neck and shoulders.
“You have on to much…” Tugging and pulling the rob, Joe tossed it aside. Forcing his fangs to retract, he roughly bit across his shoulders, leaving a few red marks in his wake. Trailing his tongue all the way down Sav’s spine. A deeper growl rumbled in his chest as his fingers flexed, digging into the firmness of his butt. Joe leaned back down, lightly nipping the smooth skin with his teeth. “Turn over.”
Slowly rolling over, Sav brushed the hair from his face. He could clearly see the raging desire in Joe’s eyes as he re-positioned himself above him, dropping down to kiss his stomach, moving upward to suck and flick his tongue over his nipple, further still to his neck and jaw line.
Sav turned his head away before Joe could claim his mouth and began to push on his shoulder. “St..stop…damnit Joe stop!”
Rising up on his arms, Joe glared down at him. Sav never saw his fist move lightening fast to land on his jaw, but felt the firm grip on his chin when Joe turned his head back, only to have his fist land on his cheek.
Sav managed to throw his arm up to ward off the next punch, giving Joe the chance to hit him in the chest, another punch to his face had him swimming at the edge of darkness. Again the tight grip on his chin and his head was roughly jerked upwards. Sav’s strangled cry as Joe buried his fangs deep in his throat; strong, painful pulls on the blood had his head spinning in minutes. Sav pushed weakly on his shoulder to get him to stop before he took too much.
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