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The Brothel	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2659 -:- 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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The Brothal-Chapter 7
Chapter Seven- Heartbreaker

“Darren please. We don’t bite” Rutger motioned for me to come closer to him and his friend. “This is Ewan McGregger.” He continued, pointing in his companion’s direction.

‘Ewan’ gave a sad half smile and waved from his place on the bed.

“But wha...why are you here?” Rutger smiled at my question and raised an eyebrow. “Okay I know what you’re here for, but why aren’t you with Stuart?”

“Do I seem that predictable? Ewan am I repetitive?” The younger man looked at a loss for a second.

“Of course not Mr Haur.” He answered in a thick Scottish accent, licking his dry lips nervously.

“Stuart is a wonderful young man…” He ignored my loud snort and continued ”But the thing about Mr Townsend is his arrogance, charming for a while but it soon gets tiring.” He walked closer to me and stopped, his face only a few inches away from mine “I suppose I’m in the market for something new.” His eye’s hungrily looked me up and down. Smiling he took my arm and led me to the centre of the room. “Stay there.” He said taking a chair from the corner and sat it in front of me.

“Now?” Ewan asked.

“Now would be perfect Ewan.”

“Perfect for what.” I said, nervously.

“Ewan’s going to undress you and I’m going to watch.”

“Ohhh…”I replied because nothing better came to mind.

Rising Ewan came to stand in front of me. He smiled shyly at me as he began to unbutton my shirt.

When my shirt was undone, Ewan readily set to work. I felt his lips trail from my neck to my waist, once there he began to unbuckle my belt. A second later he pulled down my pants and boxers and I gasped as I felt my cock enter his mouth.

“Ewan! What are you doing? Don’t be so impatient!” I turned to see Rutger hand Ewan a bottle.

“Close your eyes Darren.” I did as he told me and almost shrieked with shock as the liquid hit my erection. Ewan’s lips returned his tongue lapping up the spilled champagne.

“Your both still dressed, Ewan remedy that.” Obeying his master Ewan pushed me down on the bed and hurriedly undressed, when I made move to do so myself Rutger stopped me and insisted that it was Ewan’s task.

Removing the rest of my clothes Ewan finished the job he had started with the champagne. Pouring the sweet smelling liquid onto my chest he licked every drop making me moan as he sucked my nipples. Moving his tongue down my navel I once again gasped as he took my cock into his mouth. Thrusting his head up and down my length I fought to maintain control.

“Ewan that’s enough.” Rutger interrupted sensing my predicament. “Turn him over now, that sides almost overdone.”

Feeling Ewan’s hands spurring me, I shifted over onto my stomach. Resting on my elbows I parted my legs to allow Ewan easy access. He started at my ankles licking up the inside of my thigh until he reached my buttocks, here the champagne made a reappearance as he poured it onto my opening and darted his tongue in and out, pushing the sticky substance further inside of me with his tongue. Moving closer to me he whispered “The usual suspects?”

“ Top drawer.” I moaned distracted by the fingers that had now entered me.

Stealing a glance at Rutger I saw he was busy entertaining himself, a coat thrown over his lap barely concealed his obvious movements. Seeing my look he returned it with a smile and nodded towards Ewan who was busy searching for a condom. Realising my cue I moved closer to Ewan and darted kisses down his neck, while taking the lube from his hands. “Allow me.” I said motioning to where on the bed I wanted him. Seeing my intent he shot a worried look at his master.

“Don’t worry son, this isn’t Stuart no whips, chains and brutality here.”

Before I could puzzle over this Ewan crashed his lips onto mine almost making me drop the tiny bottle. Kissing him back with a lot less force then he was kissing me, I opened the lube and dipped my fingers covering them with the slippery ointment. Never breaking our kiss I slowly moved my fingers over his crack covering the entire area in the substance. He moaned lustily into my mouth as I slipped my fingers into him, his hips bucking in time to my measured finger thrusts.

“Move onto your stomach” I growled, sounding very much like Rutger in my demand. Used to orders Ewan quickly lay down, his back to me, his buttocks raised.

Covering my now sheathed cock in plenty of lube I entered him slowly, allowing him to get used to my size before continuing. Ewan arched up with a low grunt and pushed himself back wanting more of me in him. I happily complied practically slamming into Ewan, all gentleness forgotten now. All that could be heard in the room were low moans and grunting as I shoved all of me into him getting faster and harder with each thrust. My hands stroked Ewan’s cock and gripped it almost painfully, finally Ewan came with a shuddering gasp and I quickly followed cursing as I did. Exhausted we broke apart and lay getting our breath back, our eyes closed. I heard Rutger stand and move near me his voice seemingly above me when he next spoke.

“Now my turn.”

*~*~*

“Where is he?” A violent voice from outside the dining room demanded “I’ll kill him, I’ll bloody well kill him.” Rising I looked at the others seated at the Grand Table. Heath looked mildly confused and Darius as always looked calm and collected.

“That sounds like Stuart.” Heath said, standing and joining me.

A second voice could be heard apparently trying to calm the approaching storm down. It sounded like Elijah

“My bets are he’s looking for you Darren.” Darius said smoothly taking a large gulp of his red wine.

“Me? What did I do?”

“Stole my best client you prat!” Stuart had gotten past my protector and was staring down at me. Murder was in his eyes.

“If you can’t hold onto them that’s your problem not mine.” I snorted and turned to go but Stuart spun me round to face him.

“You conniving little shit who do you think you are?” You think you can walk in here and challenge me like this?”

“Stuart don’t.” Elijah tugged on his arm, trying to pull him away.

“Don’t bother Elijah it’s about time we got this seen to.” I said, meeting Stuart’s eyes.

“Is that a threat?”

“It can be whatever your black little heart desires.”

Stuart struck the first blow landing hard on my face and causing me to stumble, recovering quickly I gut punched him and brought my knee up to meet his face. He groaned and fell to his knees. Holding my bleeding nose I glared down at him. “I thought you liked it rough? You can give it but can’t take it huh?” Roaring he flew to his feet and ran at me, side stepping easily I stuck out my foot causing him to fall again. “That’s all you’ve got? That’s it?”

“That’s it.” I turned to the direction of the voice. It was Dr Lewis “What in hell do you think your doing?” Stunned I could think of no reply.

“And what about you lot? You just stood there and watched.” Heath, Darius and Elijah looked at the floor guiltily.

“That fuck-wit started it.” Stuart groaned.

“I did no such…”

“Quit it Darren.” He snapped, helping Stuart to his feet “My God look what you’ve done to his face! Wait until Paul gets back from his business meeting, you can all have a word with him.” Leaving he half carried the bloodied Stuart from the room.

“Come on we’re go to the bathroom get you cleaned up.” Elijah said leading the way.

Once there Elijah quickly became the good Doctor. He cleaned my face and tilted back my head to stop the blood flow.

“I think you’ll live.” He said quietly

“Yeah? You should’ve seen the other guy.” He laughed softly and brushed a stray hair from my face.

“I'm sorry about Stuart, he's not always like that."

"What? Arrogant and obnoxious?" I asked.

"Oh Stuart has depth, but only on the surface. Deep down inside, he is shallow."

"Well he certainly doesn't know the meaning of the word "fear" - but then again I'm willing to bet he doesn't know the meaning of most words."
Elijah smiled softly and trailed a finger down my cheek.

"Oh Darren." He murmured, placing his lips onto mine.

“What are you doing?” I gasped breaking his gentle kiss.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry I thought you felt the same, you know after the other night? You hate me don’t you?” Tears filled his eyes and quickly I grabbed his wrists to stop him from running.

“Of course I don’t hate you!” I exclaimed, “I think you’re wonderful. It’s just that…”

“Your not attracted to me?” He sniffed, cleaning his wet eyes with his palm.

“No of course not! I just don’t really think this the place to begin a relationship that’s all.”

“So in different circumstances you might?”

“Yeah maybe.” I said, gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“Then why not? Nothing should stand in the way of love.

“Love…?”

“I love you Darren.” Involuntarily I groaned and regretted it instantly as his face fell.

“Elijah wait!” He bolted the room before I could stop him. Shocked at what I had just done I sunk down to my knees. “Oh shit…oh shit.” I muttered over and over again.

Next Instalment-

Paul’s punishment and Darren’s reward.
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