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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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Epilogue
The bright June sun blinded my eyes, but I didn't want to put on sunglasses. Through dark glasses it was impossible to look at the one who lay near me. Soft golden skin with drops of water from recent bathing made him glisten like the fine jewel he was. Wet hair framed the fine face, weakened and pacified. I could not wait for his hair to dry. I loved the way it curled, fine golden ringlets, so soft, so silky. I reached out with my hand and lightly touched his shoulder. In a moment I saw his eyes. Those blue eyes, deep as two oceans and their gentle smile.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you, too," he said with a smile. Then he took my palm in his hand and touched it with his lips.
~ *** ~
Darren's recovery was hard and long. The wound appeared very dangerous. The bullet hit Darren in the back, lodging near his heart. Darren lost a lot of blood during our short flight. All this time Darren remained conscious, held my hand with his cold fingers, silently whispered, "It's gonna be okay, Daniel. It's okay." Only when the pain became intolerable, did Darren finally succumb to unconsciousness.
When we finally neared our destination, the pilot informed the ground that we had an onboard emergency. The call saved Darren's life. As soon as the door of the plane opened, doctors hurried in. Carefully, yet quickly Darren was placed on a stretcher and they took him to a waiting ambulance.
Having reached the hospital, Darren was taken straight to an operating room. And then, for the first time, I prayed to God. For the first time in my life, I prayed to God to grant life to Darren. I could not imagine my life without that beautiful man who became my Guardian Angel. There, in heaven it was outlined in advance for us to meet and now when Darren's life entirely belonged to God, I prayed.
Four painful hours of fear, helplessness and prayer have changed my life. When the doctor finally came out of the operating room to tell me that the operation was successful, I gave myself and God an oath, that I would change for the better. I watched as they brought Darren out, his skin as pale as the sheets covering his body, and moved him to a private room. They told me it would be an hour or more before he woke. Determined, I left the hospital and went to the ocean. I didn't bother to remove my clothes, I just walked out. Kept walking until the warm water came up to my belt and then I threw the gun with all my force into the ocean.
~***~
"I want you," he said.
I close my eyes and smiled, remembering our first night. My first night.
~***~
We sit on the sofa watching television. My arm settles around Darren's shoulder as he leans back. I quickly find myself getting bored, so I decide to have a bit of fun. I shift my position so my hand is firmly pressed against Darren's crotch.
"What are you trying to do?" Darren looks at me with wonderment.
I just look back at him with a grin as my hand moves up and down, feeling him quickly grow hard through the surprisingly soft fabric of his jeans.
"Make love to me," I tell him simply. I need this. Need him. I had to tell him. "Need you," I whimper, not caring how desperate I might sound.
"I need you, too…but...but." I see Darren's lips tremble and he tries to turn away.
"What's wrong?" I ask him quietly. Gently turning his face by the chin, I kiss his lips.
"I… I've never done that," whispered Darren, a deep blush on his face.
"You never did what?"
"I… I've never made love to someone," Darren answered. He looked into my eyes. "I afraid that I can't do it…right. I'm scared to hurt you."
"Don't be afraid." I smiled. Darren's words surprised me, but at the same time I was glad to hear that. Darren's body knew so many men, yet he was still innocent.
"Let's pretend this is our wedding night, or something?" I asked him with a smile.
He just gave me that grin that turns my knees to water.
"Let's find something more comfortable," he whispered and took my hand. We went into our bedroom and Darren put me on the bed. He lit several candles, around the edge of the bedroom. Shadows created by the burning candles, mixing with the shadows of the setting sun created a surreal picture.
I gasp, my power of speech failing as he crawls on the bed and slips my shirt off, running his fingers under the fabric and over my nipples as he strips me.
Finally he kicks off his boxers and stands before me in all his beautiful greatness, looking like some old-fashioned hero.
I sigh in happiness when he begins kissing my neck. His lips blaze a trail down my neck, across my collarbone, sucking on my shoulder. His tongue traces a path down my arm, across my wrist, where he sucked each of my fingers into his mouth, then repeats the process with my other arm, my other wrist, my other five fingers.
"Darren, please," I gasp. My cock desperate for some kind of contact.
"Not yet," he tells me. The heat of his tongue lands on my nipple, causing me to jump a bit; his hand strays to the other nipple, playing with it until both are erect. Seemingly satisfied, he moved lower, dipping his tongue into my belly button. I release my breath as he *finally* moves lower and . . .
He takes me in his mouth, not minding as my hips immediately buck up at the much-needed relief. He pulls back a bit, licking and kissing the head of my cock, then sucking it in again. I know that I'm close to coming and so does he, so with one fairly swift move, he somehow manages to take me all the way in. I'm lost. Beyond lost. My hands grip the sheets as I come in his mouth, the vortex of heat and suction around me so goddamned sweet.
Then he leans down and kisses me slowly. I can taste myself on him, and I suck his tongue into my mouth.
"Let me…" I whispered and wrap my fingers around his pulsing flesh, experimentally I flick my tongue out to taste the drops of fluid that have gathered at the head. Hmm. Not bad. I take just the tip of his cock into my mouth, sucking a bit, and I hear his breath hitch. Pulling back, I look up at him, aroused beyond words at the sight of him gazing down with those blue eyes bright with need.
"Let me know what feels good," I say.
"Trust yourself Jonesy as I trust you."
Nodding, I take him in my mouth again. At this point, he's standing in front of the bed and I'm sitting at the edge, my feet on the floor and my cock stiffening again.
"Are you close?" I murmur before starting to suck him in again.
"God, yes," he groans as his body trembles and bucks but I keep my mouth on him, wanting to repay what he's already given me. So I do, welcoming his essence as it fills my mouth and managing to swallow, wondering why people would find this un-sexy. Tasting Darren is the most erotic thing I've ever done. He tastes wonderful and amazing like…he just tastes like Darren.
"I love you," I say quietly.
"I love you too," he said.
"Are you tired?"
"No," he laughs. "Are you?"
"No."
"So… Let's continue then?"
"Yeah."
Darren stuck his hand under the pillow, pulling out a package of condoms and lube. Confidence in his eyes changed to surprise when I carefully took the condoms from his hands and threw them on the floor.
"No need," I said simply.
"But… Danny…"
"No need."
With a light sigh he takes the top off of the lube and spreads some on his fingers.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, my love, I am sure. And don't ask me again."
"You'd be more comfortable on your stomach… for the first time…"
I shook my head. "No. I need to see you."
Darren just nodded and I spread my legs, waiting. As Darren's small finger, covered in lubricant circles my opening, I let out a shivering sigh. That sigh turns into a gasp as the finger slowly inches into me. It feels weird, but it doesn't really hurt.
"More," I say softly.
A second finger slides in and I feel more stretched.
"More?" Darren asks me with concern.
"Yes."
Three fingers feels very weird, but not so bad. After a moment, Darren starts to move his fingers inside of me and I close my eyes. This is an entirely different kind of weird. Then his fingers brush something inside of me and I see stars. Yelping, I buck my hips up. "Shit, Darren, what was *that*?"
"I guess I hit your prostate," he says with a cheeky grin. And then he brushes over it again.
"I love that," I gasp. "I need you now. I'm ready."
I whimper as his fingers slide out of me.
"Just relax." Darren leans to kiss me.
"Okay. I love you," I said and kiss him back.
"Love you too," he said, and then I feel the tip of his cock enter me and I can't help but shut my eyes. That hurts.
"Relax my love, relax," Darren said soothingly. After a second, he inches in a bit more and I gasp.
"If…if that hurts too much I can… We can…" I feel Darren start to pull from me, but I stop him "It's okay, my love. I believe it will be a pleasure for me."
"I promise," he answered, kissing my neck.
I look up at him, seeing the love in his eyes, and relax a little. Slowly, very slowly, he pushes his way into my body, and I feel stretched and filled. Darren breathes deeply, obviously trying to exercise control over himself. Finally, I can feel myself adapting to the hot, pulsating flesh inside of me, and I smile at him. "Okay. Go on."
"I'll be as slow as I can," he promises to me.
He pulls back and then slides into me again. It's easier this time, and it doesn't hurt. When he thrusts again, I gasp. He has hit that spot inside of me, and I thrust back at him. Then he begins to move a little faster.
"Are you okay?"
"I am more than okay," I say in a shaky whisper as he hits the spot again. I reach down to touch my cock, which is stiffening again.
"You feel so amazing," he says, his voice rough from arousal. He looks so gorgeous, his now deep midnight eyes focused on mine, his sweaty hair falling around his face.
"You're so beautiful," he says as I slide my hands over his shoulders, feeling the warm and glistening skin. When he brushes over my sweet spot once more I come, coating our stomachs and shouting his name.
After a few more thrusts, he reaches his climax too, and I feel his heat pouring into my body. I never knew sex could be like this. So hard, so… I can't find the words.
Darren collapses on top of me, his breath puffing against my neck. I love the feeling of his light body pressed against me, and I stifle a whine when he slips out of me and rolls onto his back.
"You okay?" he asks after a few minutes, brushing a finger over my forehead.
"I don't know… Dazza, that was...well, fantastic!"
~***~
We came inside when the wind over the ocean began to blow chilly in the evening. I was afraid that Darren might catch cold. A small scar was the only reminder of our escape. Darren assured me that he doesn't feel any pain, but I still was afraid. I had just opened my mouth to tell him something important, when he pounced on me.
My shirt was ripped open, buttons flying all over the place as our kisses grew more passionate and we press against each other, wanting to touch every inch of skin.
"Be careful, my love," I said. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Come." Darren took my hands and guided me upstairs.
"What's going on?" I looked up at him.
"Just…come."
Our bedroom was nearly dark. Darren stopped in the middle of bedroom and turned his face to me. "Dance with me."
A thrill ran down my spine as Darren stepped closer and took my hands and placed them around his slim waist, on his hips. He then slowly drew his own hands up and wound them around my neck. Then Darren started swaying his hips slowly and leaned in to rest his chin on my shoulder. My heartbeat sped up from this. Our hips brushing together slightly at times and I had to bite my lip to keep from uttering a moan when Darren started to move a bit faster, then slowly, more slowly… Darren lifted his chin from my shoulder and leaned back to look at my face. Darren's pupils were almost covering the blue of his eyes. Lust dark. I kissed him.
We moaned together as our tongues met. I felt Darren tighten his hold on my neck as my tongue coaxed his own to follow in their own private dance, caressing each other. It was so sexy and I could feel my awakening cock pulsate with need. I carefully squeezed the globes of Darren's firm cheeks in my hands and felt his knees go weak. A soft cry erupted from Darren, causing us to break our kiss.
"Are you hurt?" I asked with concern.
"No," Darren breathed. He was looking at me with wide eyes. Then he smiled and captured my lips again. Our hands started roaming over each other's bodies. Darren's left hand massaged my shoulder, while the other tangled in my hair, caressing my scalp. My own hands found their way under Darren's shirt.
"Make love to me, Danny… Please."
A wave of warmth flowed through my body as I heard those words from Darren. "I will." My hands roamed lower and I dipped two fingers under the waistband of Darren's boxers. I start to caress the sensitive area above the curve of his buttocks, lightly tracing between his cheeks. Darren whimpered, enjoying my light touch.
"Let's get to bed before we're unable to move."
Darren's lips formed into a smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He held my gaze as he slowly slid further into the middle. It was the most erotic thing I ever seen. A groan escaped my lips and I leaned down, started to crawl towards Darren, never breaking eye contact with him. Then I leaned down and captured Darren's lips in a slow deep kiss. I lowered myself and covered Darren's body with my own. Darren spread his legs so I could settle between them.
When my lower body sank between Darren's legs our hard erections met, causing a moan to escape.
"Mmm…" Darren moaned and slowly slid his hands down my back.
"Like that?" I asked teasingly.
"Uh - huh," panted Darren. He reached into my boxers and caressed my ass, then he clasped my flesh in his hands and pushed down, pressing my body against him.
My tongue teased Darren's peaked nipple. My hands went down the body that writhed under me, hooked three fingers under the waistband of his boxers and slowly slid them down as I moved to slide them off Darren's legs. Darren gasped when his erection sprang free. I leaned down and slowly drew a wet trail up along the underside of Darren's hard shaft. Darren moaned and tangled his fingers in my hair. I let the tip of my tongue trace the edge of flesh just under the head, hearing Darren whimper with pleasure. I opened my throat and swept down, taking all of Darren.
"The lube… Top drawer…" Darren moaned.
I quickly found a tube and crawled back to kiss Darren deeply. Then I opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. I reached back and urged Darren's legs further apart. Then I found Darren's tight opening and circled it with one of my lubed fingers. I felt Darren's muscles tighten then relax, while I slowly pushed a finger inside.
I crooked my finger and felt the tip brush Darren's prostate. A high pitched whimper issued from Darren's lips. When I did it again Darren moaned shamelessly and his eyes rolled back into his head. I drew out my finger, then added another. I moved them in and out of Darren's opening, loosening his muscles while my other hand found his cock and started stroking it in time with my fingers' thrusts.
"Are you Ok?" I asked, not wanting to hurt him. He opened his eyes. "I'm… I just… Can't hold… Much longer..." he whispered.
"Then don't hold it. Come. Come for me."
I pushed my fingers into Darren's sweet spot again and worked his weeping need with short, quick strokes. Darren's face flushed with heat as he came with a loud moan. Darren's muscles squeezed my fingers and I couldn't help but imagine my shaft being squeezed in such a way.
"I want you inside me," Darren moaned as I removed my boxers. "I need to feel you."
I moaned as I stroked myself and prepared to enter him. I knelt on the bed, then lifted Darren's bottom, guiding him closer when Darren opened his legs and slid his knees forward beside my legs. Carefully I spread Darren's cheeks and slowly started to lower to him until the tip of my arousal brushed his entrance.
"I want you to tell me to stop at once if it's uncomfortable. I don't want to hurt you, my love," I said. Darren closed his eyes and said, "You won't."
With that he pressed himself down onto my hard cock. Darren gasped and shuddered when the tight ring of muscle was breeched by my tip and stopped moving.
"Take it slow. There is no need to hurry," I whispered and stroked Darren's back. Darren took a deep breath and slowly started to lower himself further down onto my shaft.
"Take all the time you need, my beautiful," I whispered. Darren closed his eyes again and tightened his hold on my neck as he slowly lifted himself. I moaned as my arousal brushed the hard spot that was Darren's prostate. I gave my hips a thrust and lifted Darren's body by the hips. Slowly I moved Darren up and down on my shaft, trying to make each stroke hard but the same time careful. I saw that Darren's cock was quickly re-awakening. I reached out with one hand and took hold of Darren's already hard erection, stroking it in time with our movements. Darren clutched at my shoulders and rolled his hips faster and faster. I knew that Darren was close and sped up my thrusts, wanting to come with him.
With a final groan Darren sat down hard on my shaft with all the strength he had.
"Danny!" He moaned as his cock twitched, spilling his seed on my hand. The spasms, which caused his inner muscles to contract, squeezed my cock mercilessly and I tumbled over the edge, following my Angel into release.
"Thank you," I heard Darren's whisper. "Thank you."
I leaned down and kissed Darren's lips softly. "I think I'm the one, who needs to thank you," I said when we broke apart. "Thank you, my love. My Darren. My Guardian Angel."
The End
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