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Everlasting Love	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 2140 -:- 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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Everlasting Love(Pt33)
His finger lightly rubbed the rewind button on the player, head resting on his arm of the flat surface below the sound board. Lights danced up and down on the equalizer as the voice played out of the speakers hung from various places around the room.
…. was a good day and I feel really good. This new treatment that Mal and Gabriel started me on weeks ago, seems to be working. I’ve put on a little more weight and I can’t tell you how great it is to finally have someone else’s blood for once. I over did it the first time and it didn’t stay down. After that, Mal drained the blood from Jack and gave it to me in a glass. That way I wouldn’t take so much. If it continues to stay down as it has, I get to move to the next volunteer. Mal hasn’t mentioned anything about trying warm mortals blood, that maybe far off yet.
Four years of tasting the same blood day in and day out gets old or has gotten old. Julianne is a sweetheart and I’m surprised she’s not dead yet (giggles) from the amount I have taken from her, but she has always been there for me and I love her for it. Now I can have either...Julianne or Jack.
I have something to confess Joe, something I’ve been holding back for some time. I’ve fallen in love with Linsey.
Wait!...don’t let that jealous streak in you flare up just yet. Remember what happened last time? You didn’t give her a chance before you got to know her. Be happy for me Joe…after all these years, I’ve found the one woman that I want to spend eternity with.
Again I know what your thinking…no it was not Amber. You know, its funny, I always thought that woman was Amber, but somewhere deep in our minds we knew that it would never work. We did try to have a relationship as you know, but I managed to screw that up. Amber and I have written each about that night several times and I’m grateful she doesn’t hate me for what I did. We’re the best of friends again and always will be.
I think I got of subject here a bit…
Linsey has been a huge support, always willing to listen when I have bad days, never berates me in my mood swings (you know how those can be) on days where I’m down because I miss you, endlessly talk about you. Linsey always knows what to do. She breaks out the tapes for me to listen too or reads the letters you’ve sent. It’s the little things she does for me, fluffs my pillows, sings to me…(she has a great voice), drops everything to rush to my side on bad days where the pain of the poison still courses through my veins.
That’s gotten better sin….
Joe cringed as he shut the tape off and rewound it, pushing play to repeat Sav’s last few words of his sentence…
…bad days where the pain of the poison still courses through my veins.
….he shut the player off again. “I hate hearing that part...” Joe said out loud to himself. “…doesn’t matter how many times I listen to it, I still hate it.” He pushed play and listened to more, a short silence filled the tape before Sav’s voice came back on.
….well I let that slip didn’t I? I know what you’re thinking…no I didn’t experience that while you were here, why? I had them before you came, none while you were here, shortly after you left that pain returned. Linsey and I talked about it one day, what she said made since. I was doing really well in my recovery, when you got here, said all that…well you know…it set us back, instead of going uphill, I went downhill. I guess they were wrong in that decision to bring you here so soon.
Don’t blame yourself Joe, I’m not…I wouldn’t trade those few weeks we had together for all the warm blood in China . I look forward to the day when I can see you again, hold you in my arms, that day will come, never give up hope for it. For now, these tapes and letters are all we have, until next time Joe… love you.
Joe listened to it again before stopping the tape, rewound it, popped the tape out of the player, slide it carefully into its case. Opening the drawer he placed it with the others. Running his fingers over the dozens of cases, each labeled with the month/date of when it was recorded. The one he just listened to was from a year ago. Sav was doing really well in his recovery. 6 months ago, Joe received his monthly tape, he could hear the strain in Sav’s voice in the much shorter recording on this tape than the ones before it. Sav told him of another setback, they had tried the warm human blood, it didn’t work. For weeks he couldn’t hold anything down, not even Julianne’s vampire blood or Jack’s, causing him to loose the little weight he had put on in the past few years.
Joe sent a letter that same day, demanding that Gabriel allow him to come back and be by Sav's side as he dealt with this setback, but Gabriel refused him yet again. Telling Joe that it would only make it worse.
Joe scanned over four years worth of cassette’s, neatly lined in the drawer. In the back, a stack of letters from Sav, to make up the time in between tapes. Sav always had something to write or talk about each month. He spent a lot of time playing the acoustic guitar that Joe sent him for his 90th birthday, along with a little note telling him the other birthday present from a few years ago, was still waiting for him.
Smiling to himself, Joe pulled out the cassette from Year="2050" Day="20" Month="12"> December 20, 2050 , popped it into the player and punched play.
I just read your little note Joseph. Sav’s voice filled the room again. You are not…I repeat…are not going to use that latex dick on me. Don’t ever mention or even insinuate anything that has to do with sex ever again when you write or send a cassette. Unlike like you, I can’t indulge in such pleasure at the moment and haven’t for way to long.
From the way that Sav was ranting, Joe could hear the laughter dancing at the edge of his voice, as he too remembered that day, of the fun they had with that present, yet to this day still unused.
Leaning back in the chair, closing his eyes, Joe knew what was coming next on the tape, it always sent shivers through out him.
Do you miss my touch Joe...soft lips as I trail them across your bare chest. Imagine my fingertips lightly moving up your thigh…nipping the sensitive place on your neck, that leaves you at my mercy…to do whatever I want…moving down your chest again…sucking and flicking my tongue over your nipple… softly stroking your dick, that grows harder in my hand … plunging my tongue deep in your mouth, to tangle with yours…mmm…you taste good…easing myself down over you…our hips grind together…dicks rubbing together….your hands roughly squeezing my ass….shit!!...this...this…just talking to you like this Joe….fuck!!...should have never started this….I hope you’re as hard as I am right now…I can’t even walk, but can get a fucking rock hard dick …damnit…I need…hang on…I’m going to get some kind of fucking relief, this is just to much…sex on tape….I have you know, this could make me sleep for a week…I’ll be exhausted!! thanks to you and your little note…, rustling of bed sheets filtered through the speakers, then Sav talking to someone.
Joe chuckled as Sav continued to grumble about the predicament he put himself in and trying to ignore his own arousal. Shifting a bit uncomfortably, Joe sipped his blood wine, pushing away the memory of the first time he listened to this tape and getting off on it right there in his studio.
“Hi Rick.” Juliana’s voice played in the speakers. “Are you hungry?”
“No…it’s…um…could you close the door?”
“Are you feeling ok? Your fidgeting like something is wrong.”
“I’m fine...um well no I’m…kinda….ask you something….bloody hell.”
“Why did you cover your head with the sheet?”
“Because it’s embarrassing to ask that’s why.”
“Come on, it can’t be that bad.”
”Well it is.” Sav retorted. “I was talking to Joe and…on the tape that is…and um…talking about…uh, you know and…and worked myself up an…and I can’t take my blood….” ”Because it still carries the poison and will make you sick.”
”Right, but yours won’t...I..I need a little help, with a certain body part…I hope your getting a good laugh out of this Joe, although I did it to myself.”
“Oh I see what kind of help you need. Are you sure you want to do this Rick? You really shouldn’t indulge in such strenuous activities.”
“The strain right now is my…yes I do…if…if you don’t want to, I..I’ll understand a..and dea….oh shit!!...ahh, you could have warned…oh that feels good…wha…wait…Jul…ow…”
”Sorry didn’t mean to scratch you. I figured this would feel better than our hands, slide down… mmm you did work yourself up…”
“uh Jul…you don’t have to…uugh…ssshhhh….your mouth feels….”
A soft knock on the studio door caused Joe to jump and slam his hand down on the stop button. “Yeah what is it?” he called out.
The door opened as he turned in the chair to see who it was.
”Hey Dad.” Thomas stuck his head in. “Dinner is ready for us mortals if you want to join us.”
“Um yeah sure.” Joe glanced around and quickly removed the cassette, placing it back in the drawer and locking it.
“You don’t have to lock that you know. No body is going to listen to them unless you want us to.”
“You have listened to some of them, but there are some that you have no business listening to.”
Thomas smiled at his father. “Sure whatever you say.”
“And I say no.” Joe pushed him gently from the room, closing the door behind them.
Thomas stopped half-way up the stairs, turning to face his father with a questioning look.
“What?” Joe asked as Thomas sat on the step.
“I’m worried about you dad, so is everyone else.”
“I don’t know why, I’m fine.”
“It’s been over four years since you’ve seen him. This is the longest you have been apart from each other. We all remember what happened last time.”
Joe leaned against the wall. “This sounds strange coming from you Thomas, when I can remember a time when you didn’t understand our relationship at all.”
”It’s not that, I accepted that a long time ago. It’s the depression you go through every time Sav is away to long.”
“It’s different this time, not so much up here...” Joe pointed to his head. “…because Sav is too far away and weak from his illness. We stay in touch with each other with the tapes and letters. I would rather be there with him, but I know it’s not possible.”
”So you’re not going to slip into that depression?”
“I haven’t yet…well maybe close a few times. I have a family to look after that is scattered all over the planet. Besides…you would be the first to know if I need help from staying out of that depression.”
“Good, I want you to come to me, all you have to do is pick up the phone.”
Joe pushed himself from the wall, gently squeezing Thomas’ shoulder. “I will keep that in mind Thomas. We better get to the table or else Evelyn will be yelling down here.”
Thomas stood up smiling. “Shame you can’t eat her cooking, it’s great.”
“I’ll stick my finger on all of it and have just a little taste, that doesn’t bother my stomach as long as I follow it with some of my own drink.”
“Yuck.” Thomas crinkled his nose and started back up the stairs.
Thomas managed to drop behind Joe, letting him go into the dinning room first and was greeted with a loud ‘Happy Birthday’ by family members and close friends. (to many to name).
Joe rolled his eyes. “I asked you not to do this.”
“Well Joe, it’s not everyday you celebrate turning 93.” Phil laughed.
“I’m 39.” Joe shot back.
“I’m still younger than you.” Rick slapped him on the back.
“You’ll always be younger and the baby.” Joe hugged him. “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”
“ok…ok…” Thomas started breaking them apart. “…no time for male bonding tonight. Get over there and cut that delicious looking cake that Evelyn baked.”
Joe stepped up to the table, glancing at the cake. “Only one candle?”
”You have to blow it out 93 times Daddy.” Amber was smiling.
“Ha!...once is enough.” Joe blew out the candle, it promptly flared back up, he blew it out again.
“We don’t have all bloody day.” Phil grabbed the candle, turning it upside down and sticking it back in the cake.
“Philip!” several voices exclaimed at once.
“Thomas is over there drooling cause he wants to eat the cake. Joe would have blown it out every time.” Everyone laughed and nodded in agreement. Joe picked up a knife and cut the first piece, plopped it on Thomas plate.
Cutting pieces for everyone that could eat, Joe took a drink from his glass and sat down.
The doorbell chimed through the house, interrupting the conversations.
“I’ll get it.” Evelyn wiped her mouth and stood up.
“You finish eating, I’ll get it.” Joe told her, standing up, he quickly kissed her before leaving the room.
Joe bounded up the few stairs into the large foyer just as the bell rang again. “Give me time to get to the door.” He grumbled and yanked the door open wide. Sneaker clad feet came into view first, then brilliant blue shaded eyes, when he shot his gaze up.
“Happy Birthday Joe.” Sav’s smiling face greeted him.
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