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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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A/N: I own some Savage Garden paraphernalia. Other than that I have no claim to any of them. For the purposes of this fICTION, Savage Garden live in San Francisco. And if this doesn’t sound like the San Francisco you know, please remember, this is fiction. No harm is intended.

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

“Aim for the bng sng sun
You're trapped inside
But you can still be free”

~~Darren Hayes, You Can Still be Free~~

Savage Desire – pt 3

Ben and Lee each took one of Darren’s arms, and pulled him up, to follow Leonie and Sergeant Byers back out to the main room of the club.

One of the tables had been marked off with yellow “Do Not Cross” tape.

The customers had been divided into two groups.

“Officer Patterson?”

Leonie watched as the previously mentioned officer approached.

“Sergeant, the patrons on this side all saw the man who broke the glass that Mr. Carey spoke of. That is the table he was sitting at,” he nodded toward the cordoned off table. “I’ve called for a print team, and all our sketch artists, to be able to better deal with the number of witnesses.”

“Good.”

“We got lucky, too, Sarge. One of the patrons, a Mr. Jackson Philips,” he nodded to a large man in biker’s leathers. “Was watching our possible suspect, with an eye to approaching him. He saw the perp watching Mr. Carey’s group very closely,
especially Mr. Jones.”

Leonie raised a hand to her mouth, turned toward Ben. He moved away from the table where they’d left Darren sitting, to put his arms around her.

“I’d hoped you were wrong,” she whispered; Ben nodded and held her.

Sergeant Byers nodded. “Good work, Patterson. I’m going to be assigning you to work with Ms. Messer, here, fhe dhe duration of this case. Liaison. These people are a band—”

“Savage Garden. Yes, sir. I’m aware of that. My girlfriend and I arth fth fans.”

“Well, they’re doing a press release tomorrow. I want you to just go over it. Keep them informed on our progress in the case.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you have a central base of operation?” Sergeant Byers asked.

“My place…” Darren spoke up. “Everyone will be staying at my place… I can’t be alone… Oh, Daniel.” Darren began crying again.

The sketch artists began arriving then, and slowly, everyone’s impression of the lone man at the table was taken down.

Two hours later, they had a sketch of the man, and fingerprints had been lifted from the top and bottom edge of the table where he’d gripped it.

“I know this won’t mean much right now,” Sergeant Byers began, “youryour quick thinking may very well make the difference in this case. Usually by the time we’re called, anyone who’s seen anything has already left, and any possibility of prints has been wiped out by other people.”

“So… you’re saying there’s a bit of hope?” Ben asked.

“I’d say so, yes. The picture will be on the streets by morning, as a ‘Wanted for questioning’; and the prints may come back with an ID as well.”

Leonie turned toward the Sergeant, a small smile of thanks on her lips.

“My best suggestion for you now would be to go home. There’s a small chance he may show up, but mostly the best thing you can do is rest, and stay by the phone. If you’ll give the address to Officer Patterson, he’ll be there at 9:00 AM…. Unless we hear
something sooner. But that’s not really likely.” He frowned apologetically.

Leonnd Bnd Ben both nodded.

“Thank you, Sergeant Byers…. Thank you.”

Officer Patterson followed Ben and Leonie when they moved back to collect Lee and Darren.

“Darren, Sergeant Byers says we have a chance… so there’s hope.”

Darren looked up at Leonie. “I can’t feel him right now…” he whispered, as tears started falling again.

Daniel woke shaking, unsure if he had screamed, or simply dreamed it. Every fiber of his being was shrieking. Muscles a. H. His body ached. His throat was sore from his earlier cries, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

He gulped air through his mouth, knowing the action would further irritate his raw throat, but unable to breathe through his clogged nose.

He was still in artificial darkness, and he strained to hear any sounds. But the silence was as deafening as the darkness, except for the pounding of his terrified heart in his cold chest.

Cold. He realized he was no longer hanging. He was laying on some smooth, flat surface. Hard, cold, like concrete.

His hands were still bound, but behind him now. He wondered if he could bring his hands down around behind him. Like people sometimes did on television… but, no.

The attempt helped him comprehend there was some sort of collar around his neck, and whatever bound his hands was attached to that.

He would have cried, but he had no more tears… only abject terror for a companion.

He needed some to to fight the terror… keep his sanity… keep… hope?

‘Darren… my beautiful Darren… will I ever see you again?’

He thought about the concert that night. And found he was wrong.

The tears began again, as he remembered Darren’s sweet voice singing…

[Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living…]

Darren woke with a scream from a fitful sleep. He hadn’t intended sleep, had simplne ine into the bedroom so he could feel Danny in some small way besides the wallet, which he still held. Exhaustion from the night’s events had forced his eyes to close
around four in the morning. He turned bleary eyes toward the clock. Six-thirty.

He was shivering uncontrollably, though the room was warm.

A soft knock at the door.

“Darren?”

‘Leonie.’

“I’m decent. Smelly, but decent,” he wrinkled his nose. He was still dressed from the night before.

The door opened slowly, and Leonie looked in cautiously.

“Leo, I told you. I’m dressed. I never undressed.”

She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I heard you. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“There is only one thing that will help me, Leo.”

Leonie nodded silently. “Lee is fixing breakfast.”

“He’s up already?”

“Ben too.”

Darren studied the wallet in his hands… pressed it to his lips. “Any word yet?”

“No.”

A deep sigh, and a nod.

“I didn’t really expect it. Oh, God, Leo… what am I going to do…? What if they don’t find him…? What if—what if—”

Leonie slid closer, and took Darren’s hands in hers. Began rubbing her thumbs over the backs of them.

“Don’t think that way, Darren. We have to have hope, for Daniel’s sake… maybe… maybe some of our hope will reach him somehow…. Give him the courage to… survive.”

Darren looked up at Leonie. “Do you think so?” He felt a small spark inside…. Daniel would need their strength, he knew that.

“I do, Darren. I need to, or I’ll go insane, otherwise.”

He startled her by suddenly lunging forward, nearly crushing her with the force of his hug.

“Thank you, Leo. Thank you.”

He kissed her roughly on the lips, and then pulled back, blushing.

Leo giggled, then pinched the end of her nose with a thumb and forefinger.

“I know, I know… I’m going… Tell Lee to save me some breakfast, please.”

She nodded; glad to be able to smile. “See you in a bit, Darren”

Daniel’s breath caught, as he heard the slight sound. Feet moving up behind him. Shoes. He blushed uncontrollably, remembering he lay naked.

His head pounded as he held his breath… waited. Felt the shift in the air around him a moment before the hand brushed over his head.

And he trembled violently.

A harsh sob broke from his throat as the hand continued down his shoulder, his upper arm, his side.

He bit his sore lip again, as he felt lips near his ear.

“Shh…shh… It’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you… you’re so beautiful…” The lips brushed his cheek.

“Wh—wh—why?”

“You’re so gorgeous…”

The hand left his side. Moved down between his thighs.

“Don’t. Please, don’t. Don’t do this to me…” his voice died to a feeble whisper.

“I can’t help myself…” the lips brushed his shoulder. “You deserve to be pleasured…”

The hand began working him, as the lips captured his again. There was no escape. Unable to breathe he thrashed away.

Hands roughly pulled him up, as the voice growled unintelligibly.

“I—I—I couldn’t breathe…” he pleaded; sniffed in an attempt to show his congestion, terrified of angering his captor.

The hard hands gripping his arms softened. One caressed the side of his face.

“I’m sorry. You don’t need to be afraid… I’ll help you.”

Hands pulled him to his feet. His leg muscles were ced aed and aching from his earlier ordeal, causing him to sway unsteadily, until the warm body moved up beside him.

The arm behind him urged him forward, as the arm in front pulled him forward. He stumbled hesitantly in the sensory darkness.

“Trust me… I won’t hurt you.”

‘You already have!’ His mind screamed, but he wisely kept the thought to himself.

Again he strained his ears, but could only hear the echo’s of their feet. After a few moments, the hands stopped him. Lips met his again, but softer this time, and not long enough for him to panic.

“Wait just a minute, babe.”

The voice was deep with desire, causing Daniel to shudder in spite of himself. He was almost relieved when the voice spoke again.

“I’ll warm you up soon…”
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