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Passion, Desire so Intense by LindaG and Sara	By : LindaG Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1710 -:- 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 2

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The next morning he woke up and stretched lazily. ‘Now I’m living the life I was meant to live.’

He got up and wandered around the room, opening drawers and doors, fingering everything that lay or hung inside them. He would enjoy wearing all these fine clothes.

He opened a suitcase then, and searched through it. One small bag held an earring. Another an assortment of guitar picks. Underneath some underwear he found a picture of them: Himself and Darren. They were both smiling and there was a look in Darren’s eyes that told him he was right. He knew Darren loved him.

A knock sounded at the door. He set the picture on the nightstand and then got up to answer the door. His heart stopped. It was Darren! His fantasy coming to see him so early in the day.

“Hello, Darren.” He smiled.

“Morning, Danny. I wondered if you wanted to go eat some breakfast?”

Darren returned the smile while he looked the singer up and down. He looked quite delicious in the tight jeans and dark blue T-shirt.

“D-Danny? Where’s your earring?”

His head flew up as his hand went to the lobe of his ear. ‘Shit.’ “I—erm, took it out to clean it. Go on ahead and I’ll meet you there, Dazza.”

“Danny, it’s a nice day and we have a lot of work to do. Don’t start so early, okay?” Darren smiled to let Daniel know he wasn’t really angry. “I’ll see you in the dining room.

…

Darren looked up as Daniel walked into the joint kitchen/dining room. It was a big room that was capable of seating a dozen or more, if needed. His heart stopped when Daniel hugged him.

Greetings went out around the room from the other people there. A few titters were heard as well. Darren was too shocked to speak. A hesitant smile played on his lips as his cheeks flushed.

‘What has gotten into him?’

He watched Daniel go fix a plate of food and noticed he was wearing his silver earring. Not the gold one that matched his own.

'I don’t understand. He changes his earring, and hugs me in public! What is he up to?’

He couldn’t help smiling when Daniel sat down next to him.

"So, what do you want to do first today?” he asked Daniel. “Work on the new song?”

“Nah… I thought we might just have some fun together.”

“Fun? You want to have fun?”

“You guys want to try out a couple of those new, electric scooters? I can set them up for you on the tennis court,” Walter offered.

“That sounds great.” Daniel nodded as he dug into his ham and eggs.

Darren stared at Daniel for a moment, before turning back to his own breakfast. He didn’t know what his partner wanted, but he figured he’d find out soon enough.

It must be something big, the way he was acting… not that he was complaining — it was a dream come true. He sighed, a little smile on his face at that thought.

“You okay, Darren?” Daniel asked suddenly, squeezing his leg above the knee.

Darren gasped softly and blushed deeper. “I—I—yeah, I’m fine, ah… scooters, you say?”

“Yeah, come on!” Daniel said almost as giddy as a small child. “It’l fun fun.”

…

The sun was still shinning just as bright and beautifully as it had the day before.

He was not interested in the blue and clear sky or the fluffy-white clouds though; his attention was on Darren only. The way he walked in front of him; his hips swaying gently with every step, making the jeans hug that nice, little ass perfectly.

Then, as if he could feel his eyes on him, Darren turned around slightly and smiled at him. One smile saying more than any words could. But he couldn’t really catch the meaning; was too busy with wondering how it would be to ravage those full, rosy lips. How they would feel on other parts of his body…

He smirked at the thought as he felt himself grow hard for the 10th. time since he woke today.

Damn! That little slut was just asking for it…

The dear Daniel must be a man of great restraint, he thought, having been able to stay around Darren for so long without jumping him. Could it be that the feelings he had for Darren went beyond lust and want? Could it be that the poor bloke whose life he had stolen loved his musical partner just as much as Darren loved him? Was it possible?

He snorted derisively. And what if he did? It would only make it all the more fun; to imagine Daniel’s rage and despair as he could only watch while someone else took what he so much desired. And Darren… He licked his lips… Maybe he would struggle in the beginning; it didn’t matter; he kind of liked it when they put up a little fight first…

And besides, he knew it would only be a matter of time before he had the little pretty-boi beggin’ for it… begging for more… begging for mercy… it really didn’t matter; he would get what he wanted either way.

He bit into his lip hard and clenched his hands into fists in his pockets as he fought to control the all-consuming need filling his body as those nice thoughts fluttered his mind. Patience. Patience. His time would come… soon!

…

They chose the other tennis-court this time, cause here the ground was more even and suitable for the small, fast scooters. There nre noisy little things, so talking wasn’t really an option as they tore around and around on the court; taking turns chasing each other.

He enjoyed being the Hunter as it gave him a chance to admire Darren from behind once more. When Darren drove he bent a bit forward to keep his balance; a posture that made his butt jut out VERY nicely.

Around and around they went; squalls of delight escaping Darren’s lips every time he took a sharp turn. The sound only made his need grow, and speeding up, he took on a wild chase after the happy Diva…

A while later he noticed the black-haired woman with the camera; nice, but not his type… As he got closer she smiled and called his name: “Daniel!” He smiled back; right into the camera. It was nice to hear her say his name; not like when Darren did it, but still it was good.

His attention had been on Leonie and Darren’s attention must have been somewhere else too, cause suddenly they were millimetres from crashing headfirst into each other. He cried out at the same time as Darren did, and nearly jumped into the bushes to avoid the collision.

“My God! Stop this thing!!” he shouted as he tried to turn off the still buzzing scooter. There was laughter in his voice though, and he couldn’t help but smile brighter as he heard Darren’s slightly worried voice calling for him:

“Are you alright? Are you alright?”

Oh yes, he was VERY alright indeed!

***

The afternoon found them in the recording-studio.

Darren was laying down the vocal for some slow ballad kind of thing… He wasn’t sure, cause he really hadn’t paid much attention to the lyrics, but he knew that the title was: “Two Beds And A Coffee-Machine”… Talk about weird titles…

He watched Darren through the window while playing lazwithwith the buttons on the mixing-desk. Luckily he had been in this room long enough to learn a few things. A smile found its way across his lips as he remembered how he’d managed to get another hug from Darren as they had finished riding the scooters…

Actually he had kind of taken the hug; wrapping his arms around Darren and pulling him close. Of course the singer had leaned into him immediately; poor thing thought that he was his beloved Danny finally showing him some affection.

The thought had made him look up, and when he found the little camera-lens hidden in the bushes, he winked at it, then smiled widely while resting his cheek on Darren’s head as he pulled the smaller man even closer… ‘Hello, Danny-boi!’

…

He jumped when Walter suddenly stood beside him in the studio. “Uhm, yes?” he mumbled, straightening himself up.

“Hey, sorry Dan, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Walter smiled at him. “Darren just told me that you did a mix of “Hold Me” last night, and I would like to have a look at it now…”

His eyes widened. Shit! He had no idea where that mixing-tape was… “Uhm… I-I…” he stuttered, looking around searchingly. “Darren knows where it is,” he said finally. Then with a sudden move he stood up. “I need to go; there’s some stuff
I need to do. Tell Darren I’ll be back in an hour.”

And with that he turned on his heel and walked out the room with fast steps. Time for Danny-boi to get a little drink. He couldn’t risk having the sucker die on him; he needed him alive and awake to enjoy the show…

Darren came out of the vocal-booth, almost walking into Walter as he had seen Daniel run off. “What’s going on?” he asked, his eyes wide.

“Don’t ask me,” Walter shrugged. “I just asked for that demo-tape and suddenly he took off on me. He says you know where that tape is by-the-way.”

“Of course I do.” Darren nodded. “Right there; still sitting in the recorder…”

Walter frowned. “Weird. Why didn’t Daniel just tell me that?”

Darren didn’t reply, and Walter watched him looking longingly in the direction in which Daniel had run. “Go after him,” he said with a smile. “I’m sure he won’t mind…”

And then he watched as Darren all but ran after his friend, and he shook his head with a soft smile.

“Daniel! Danny! Wait up! What’s wrong?” Darren called as he closed the distance between him and Daniel.

“Why are you following me?” Daniel demanded angrily.

“Wha—? I was worried, the way you ran off like that. Is something wrong? You’ve been acting a bit odd…”

“Damnit, Darren… Can’t a man go off to think by himself without you following along? I’m not feeling well, okay? I want some water and I need some fresh air! So just go finish that—whatever it was, okay? I’ll be back in a bit.”

Darren’s face burned from the obvious anger in Daniel’s voice. He stepped back in surprise as the musician turned and strode off again. Darren swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked his eyes a few times to stop the tears that had threatened, before he turned to head back to the recording room. He still needed to get that track finished.

‘I—I hope he’ll feel better later. I’d like to finish working on the new song… although, I don’t know if the title or the words fit now… I Knew I Loved You… At least I thought I did… I’ve never seen him angry like that… I’ll write him an apology after Walter and I finish this song.’

…

“Hey, Danny-boi! How’s life?”

“You low-life stinking bastard. What in bloody hell do you have planned?”

He leered at the sweaty guitarist. Obviously his night hadn’t gone so well. “I plan on doing what you’ve never dared! I’m going to take that little slut, and I’m going to enjoy doing it. When I’ve had my fill, I’ll give him back.”

“You son-of-a-bitch! Don’t you dare lay one slimy finger on Darren, or I swear I’ll make you regret it!”

He laughed evilly at the musician who struggled futilely against the ropes binding him. “Just to show you how thankful I am, I brought you some water,” he held the glass out while he wiped his own forehead.

Daniel stopped his thrashing. He had been feeling queasy. ‘Nothing to eat or drink and no cigarette for the last fourteen hours would do that, I guess.’

He clenched his jaws. He had to stay strong to find a way out of this. For Darren’s sake.

He let the double put the glass to his lips and he began to drink. Slowly. No telling when the man would be back.

“Can’t have you dying before you’ve seen the matinee, can we? I’ll bet those full lips are very enjoyable… I’ll bet he uses them on my cock before I’m through with him… and that firm round ass… I’ll bet it’s tighter than a dog’s!”

Daniel spit the water into the double’s face in rage. The man growled and threw the last of the water at Daniel; watching it drip from his hair and chin and run down his naked chest.

“Just for that, I won’t be gentle! Just for that, I’ll make him scream! And it won’t be in pleasure, neither! When I’m through with him, you won’t be able to get near him!” he snarled, that evil smirk playing around his lips again.

Daniel fought against the ropes. “You stinking pile of cat piss! If you touch him you’ll pay, and I’ll take it out of your hide!”

The double roughly grabbed Daniel by the hair. He continued to struggle until the man roughly yanked his head to the side, throwing him slightly off balance.

“Who knows, when I’m done with him, maybe I’ll come do you, too! Or maybe I’ll just leave you… They may find you out here, one day.”

Then he kissed Daniel roughly and pulled away before the raging man could spit on him again.

It was several moments before Daniel realized he was gone. Several more moments before he realized one arm was stinging like crazy. He couldn’t move his hands enough to figure out where he was bleeding, but he bent and twisted his upper body, feeling carefully with his hands and arms to determine how he had injured himself. It wasn’t long before he found it. A screw or something; sticking partway out of the back of the chair.

‘Finally! It cut my arm, maybe it can cut my ropes.’ He began to rub the rope against the screw, cursing each time it caught on his skin instead.

***

When he got back to Daniel’s room, he found a note under the door. He picked it up and went to lie down in bed.

'Dear Daniel,

I’m very sorry I upset you earlier. Please forgive me.

XxD’

He smiled obscenely. ‘The little slut is just begging for my hard dick to be shoved up his ass! I’ll be sure to oblige him soon. Hmm… maybe a nice candlelight dinner? I’ll bet a little hot wax will have him moaning for me.’

He looked through his own little bag that he’d brought with him. The one that held the makeup he’d used to hide his plastic surgery.

‘Ahh…’ he sighed, growing harder still. ‘This black leather will look beautiful against his white skin. He begs to be dominated… and he wants me to do it. I can feel it. And you little slut, I won’t let you down…’

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Passion, Desire so Intense by LindaG and Sara