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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt35
Two Months Later...
Joe turned over on his back and stared up at the ceiling for a while before finally deciding to get up. Throwing on some clothes he headed downstairs, but stopped at Sav’s door. Would he be there this morning? Joe thought to himself. He would leave for days on end and just show up. Joe never knew where he was going and Sav didn’t give out any information as to where or when he would be back. He suspected he was seeing Nick somewhere, too many times in the past weeks Joe had noticed the marks on his neck, but never questioned him about it. He turned the knob slowly and opened the door stepping inside he noticed the over turned table. He went over and stood beside the bed staring down at him.
Sav was on his stomach with his arms stretched out above him, under the pillow. He reached down to strengthen the blankets, Sav stirred in his sleep and turned his head in Joe's direction. He reached up again and pulled his hair back out of his face. There was a more relaxed look there then Joe could remember. Glancing down at his bare shoulders, he noticed the bite marks again, there were more on his neck. Sav stirred again and mumbled Nick's name. So he wasn’t dreaming, Nick had been there sometime last night, which would explain the table. Joe shook his head. How can he still do this even after what Nick had put him through?
Leaving him to sleep for the day, Joe headed downstairs. He made some coffee and went into the studio to listen to the demos that Vivian had sent to him months ago. He hadn’t felt like listening to them until now and sat down to the task at hand.
He called Vivian later in the day and told him what he thought about them. Vivian was surprised that Joe hadn’t listened to them before now, but he understood why. Phil called to see how everything was going and to find out if there were any change in plans for everyone to meet there at his house next week. Joe told him no, it remained the same and he would see him then. Joe was leaning back in his chair listening to the songs that Vivian and Phil had put together again when Sav came in.
“I like the sound of that one.” Sav told him.
Joe, startled by his voice, snapped his head around he glare at him, “Dammit Sav, stop sneaking up on me.”
“I like to watch you when you’re deep in thought about something.” Sav told him in a quiet tone.
Joe stared at him for a moment and noticed the gleam in his eyes. “I’m not your next meal.”
“I didn’t say that you were.” he informed him.
“But you implied it.” Joe shot back.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“Nothing. Just made a comment about how you look when you’re deep in thought.”
Joe stared at him. “Nick was here last night wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he was.” Sav replied and leaned against the door frame.
“I thought you wanted him out of your life?” Joe huffed.
“Well that’ll never happen, besides he has something I need.”
“And what’s that, a good roll in the sheet’s.” Joe sarcastically said.
“Among other things.”
“You know what Sav. I don’t want to hear it, I’m tired of it all. You can do whatever it is you want with Nick, but don’t drag me any further than I already am into your little power play game you have with him.”
Sav watched him a moment, not sure what to say and finally decided to say nothing. Pushing himself away from the doorframe, he left Joe sitting there playing with the knobs on the console. Seconds later he heard the front door slam shut as Sav left the house. Joe ran his hand over his face and took a deep breath. He didn’t understand Sav at all. One minute he was trying to kill himself to get away from Nick, the next, he was with him.
“Good evening Mr. Elliott.”
Joe bolted from his chair and spun toward the voice. Nick stood just inside the room by the window. “That’s twice I’ve been scared out of my wits tonight. Why do you do that?”
“Because we can.” Nick told him smiling and held his hands out slightly to the side.
“Nobody invited you in.” Joe said angrily.
“I don’t need an invitation.”
“This is my house!” Joe yelled. “Now get out!”
Nick smiled and moved further into the room. “Well, it would seem that Sav has put the ball in motion.”
“What are you talking about?”
Pointing at the console, as if asking for permission to touch it, Nick stopped over and looked around at all the knobs, “He has a deep dark secret that I found out, a very amusing one too.”
“Aren’t you the lucky one?”
“No, actually it is you that are the lucky one.” Nick smugly told him.
“Let me guess. He wants me, to help him, stake you out in the sun.” Joe said sarcastically.
“No,” Nick chuckled softly. “How well do you know him Mr. Elliott?”
“Better than you.”
“Some how I doubt that.” Nick said meeting his gaze. “Then tell me of his feelings for you.”
“I don't have to tell you anything.”
Nick waited, finger the knobs and buttons on the console. He looked up at Joe and smiled again.
“We have a very close friendship,” Joe finally told him. “But you already knew that.”
“Yes I did, but the other is so much better. He wants to take that friendship to a new level. Has wanted to for a very long time now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh come now Mr. Elliott. Your more intelligent than that, surely you must have known something, after all you have been together for 18 years.”
“Yes we have, but that is how it will remain, that of friends.” Joe told him.
“You should reconsider what he’s offering, he’s a very passionate lover in so many ways.”
“Maybe to you,” Joe huffed. “I’m not like that, and never will be.”
“I seem to recall him saying the same thing.” Nick said rubbing his chin.
“You two can have all the fun you want in bed, but don’t drag me into it.”
Nick took a slow cautious step toward Joe, “Sav is the one that wants you, not me.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve tasted it in his blood. And…” Nick shoved his hands in the pockets of his black duster, then tilted is head in response to Joe's questioning gaze, “I remember him saying your name on several occasion when we were together... intimately.”
“You’re lying.”
“Now why would I lie about something like that?” Nick told him.
“You want something, but I don’t know what it is yet.”
"You don't know me well enough to know what I want."
Joe angrily crossed his arms over his chest, “I don't want to know you at all, so why don't you just leave."
“What do I want? For Sav to give himself to me willingly of course.” Nick said with a slight smile. "To which he already did."
“Like last night?”
“Yes, last night was the first time he actually did.” Nick took another step toward him.
“What about the two years you had him locked up?”
“No, quite the contrary. He fought it just about every time.”
“I don’t blame him, I would too.” Joe heatedly replied.
“How can I put this, so you would understand.?" Nick looked very thoughtful for a moment, then settled his steady gaze back on Joe. "Once you get a taste of how passionate he can be, it’s hard to stay away?” Nick was close enough now and he reached up to trace his finger over Joe's neck, only for him to slap it away. “You shouldn’t fight it Mr. Elliott, just let it happen and see for yourself. Because, somewhere down the road it will. His desire for you will win and when it does, even I can’t stop him. But I’ll be there for him until the day comes where he powerless to stop.”
“Why, so you can watch or join in?”
“That would be a first for me in my eight hundreds years, to be with two men who are very desirably. But no, I would be there to make sure he doesn’t kill you.”
Joe was stunned by his comment. “He hasn’t yet, so why would that make it any different?”
Nick shrugged his shoulders. “He could forget who he’s with at the moment.”
“Well, it will not be me, and now that you’ve told me this, you can leave.”
“The reason I did, is because he never would have. Now that he has tasted your blood again, it’ll only be a matter of time before……well you know what I’m talking about.” Nick couldn't resist keeping the smile on his face. “Oh I almost forgot. If you don’t believe me read this,” he pulled out a small book from his pocket and handed it to Joe. “He wrote a lot while he was with me, he didn’t have much else to do. I’m sure you will recognize the hand writing to be that of his and not mine.”
Joe took the journal from him and without saying another word, Nick left. Joe's head was spinning wildly from what he just heard Nick tell him. He didn’t believe anything that Nick told him, it was too crazy. Sav thinking of him in that way, was not possible, it made Joe laugh at himself for even believing what Nick said. He flipped opened the journal and scanned a few pages. It just happen to be on those pages were Sav had written about him. Joe slammed the journal closed, he felt embarrassed about reading it.
These were Sav’s private thoughts and he didn’t feel comfortable about reading anymore, even if it were about him. He needed to talk to Sav about this, but he wasn’t here. Maybe he could get some straight answers from him about what he wrote.
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Someone slammed door upstairs hours later. It startled Joe because he thought he was in the house alone. Leaving the studio, he went up to Sav’s room. The door was closed so it had to be him. Joe went to knock and stopped his hand, Sav was yelling at somebody.
“…. did you do that?”
“What ever do you mean?”
“Oh don’t even try it. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sav shouted angrily.
“You are angry.” Nick smirked.
“What, does it show that bad?”
“What are you angry about?” Nick asked moving closer to him.
”You should know what I’m angry about!?” Sav shouted. “You were there!”
“Yes I was, and I didn’t like what I saw.” Nick reminded him.
“You could have left.” Sav shot back.
“And miss all the fun.”
Frustrated, Sav vocally sighed, “It wasn’t fun, Nick!”
“It was to me.”
“Goddammit. Why do you play these mind games!?” Sav yelled. “Emily was not yours to…. “
“Be careful what you say. Mr. Elliott is standing just outside the door.” Nick told him, amused at Sav reaction when he threatened Emily, if Sav didn't end their affair.
“What?”
Nick clasped his hands behind his back, then jerked his head toward the door, “See for yourself.”
Sav went over to the door and quickly opened it. Joe was leaning on the doorframe, looking at the floor. “Ease dropping, Joe?” he asked dryly.
Joe straightened up and looked at him, a frown creased his forehead. “What happened to your eye?”
Sav touched his fingers to the cut just below his eye. “Oh it...its nothing.”
“Did you read the journal Mr. Elliott?” Nick called out.
“What journal?” Sav asked and turned back to Nick.
“The one you wrote in every day.” Nick replied smugly.
“He brought it over shortly after you left.” Joe said softly.
Sav glared at Joe, then turned to face Nick. “You gave it to him?”
“It was a delightful read,” Nick rocked back on his heels. “Was it not, Mr. Elliott?”
“Uh…well, I only read a couple of pages.” Joe admitted.
Sav spun back to face Joe, a look of embarrassment and anger crossed his face, he slammed the door in his face. Joe jumped back, not expecting him to do that, then heard the lock engage and Sav yelling again.
“Why the hell did you give him my journal!? It wasn’t meant for him to read!”
“I love it when you’re angry.” Nick said seductively. “Come here.”
“Fuck you!”
“I hope you do.” came Nick’s reply.
“Don’t bet on it.” Sav told him hatefully.
Nick jumped into action and flew at him, slamming Sav against the wall with a loud thud. “I don't make bets that I already know I will win.” he hissed and crushed Sav's lips in a demand kiss.
Sav angrily shoved him a couple of feet away, “Forget it, I'm not in the mood for your crap tonight.” he growled deeply and moved away from the wall.
Nick watched him a moment and rushed him again, spinning him around to roughly grab his shirtfront, then pulled him close. “You’re denying me of what I want?”
“Yes.” Sav replied between clenched teeth.
Nick pulled Sav's feet out from under him with his foot and dropped him to the floor. Coming down on top of him, Nick wrapped his fingers around his throat, while his other hand started ripping at his shirt.
“Get… off... me!” Sav yelled and clawed at his hand.
Nick backhanded Sav across the face, the force of his blow stunned him. Nick slid his hand down to his chest to hold him there. Shoving his head roughly aside, Nick brutally sank his fangs into his shoulder. Sav yelled from the pain and tried to pull away, but Nick only bit down harder. Getting his fill and his point across, Nick withdrew his fangs and stood up quickly, reaching down for Sav, he yanked him to his feet, then roughly shoved him into the wall face first. “Don’t deny me again. You know what will happen.” Nick hissed in his ear.
All the fight left him once he hit the wall and he softly replied, “Whatever.”
Nick backed away from him and Sav slowly turned around. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he wiped the blood from his lip. Nick watched him a moment before finally going to the balcony and was gone. Sav breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t carry it any further. He slid down the wall, pulling his knees to his chest, then heard Joe pounding on the door. “Go away Joe.” Sav called out.
“Sav open the damn door.” Joe shouted and pounded harder.
He pulled himself from the floor. Unlocking the door he opened it slowly and turned away before Joe could see him.
“Did he leave?” Joe asked looking around.
“Yes, he left.” Sav told him and eased his torn shirt off his shoulder and threw it on the floor.
Joe noticed the blood trial down his back and the bruising on his shoulder. Slowly approaching him, he cautiously, but gently touched the marks. Sav jumped away and turned toward him. Sav briefly meet his gaze before looking away. Joe sighed heavily and went to the bathroom, returning shortly with a warm washcloth. Going over to where Sav stood staring out the window, he began to wipe the blood from his back, then moved in front of him. He reached up and went to clean his face.
“Don’t.” Sav whispered turning his head away.
Joe did anyway. “Why do you let him do this?”
“I don’t have much of a choice.”
“Every one has choices Sav.” Joe told him.
“I don’t." Sav briefly looked at him, then turned away, "It doesn't matter what I do, his demands will always be there. It wouldn’t matter where I go to try and hide, he would eventually find me.”
Joe continued to wipe his face until Sav pushed him away. “What you wrote in your journal, is it true?”
“I don’t want to talk about. Nick had no right giving that to you.”
“I never knew you had those kind of….” Joe started.
“Just drop it ok.” Sav quickly pushed past, then went into the bathroom, slamming to the door behind him.
'Ok.' Joe thought. 'I'll just have to try another time. When he’s not in this kind of a mood.'
Leaving his room, Joe went to his own and laid in bed for hours thinking about what he had read. He didn’t want to believe any of it, even thou over the years he had noticed the simple gestures from Sav. The occasional times when Joe saw him watching him. Even the suitable touches in the past had meaning to them now. Joe had never thought about any of this until he read those few pages in Sav's journal. It unnerved him to think that Sav would want that kind of relationship with him. Joe pushed those thoughts away and tried to sleep. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when his eyes finally grew heavy enough for him to drift off.
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