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. |
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 to any living person.
Rated: NC-17 -- Disturbing subject matter. Kidnapping, Non-Consensual sex, Bondage.
“…Love come quickly
Because I feel my self-esteem is caving in
It’s on the brink…”
~~Darren Hayes, Gunning Down Romance~~
Savage Desire – Pt 4
“I want to tell the fans myself.” Darren spoke as he entered the kitchen. He was dressed in jeans, and Daniel’s long-sleeved red shirt. It was tight on him, but no one commented on it.
“You mean at the press conference,” Leonie clarified.
He shook his head, and poured himself a cup of coffee before sitting down.
Lee sat a plate in front of him. “Cheese omelet.”
Darren smiled his thanks before turning back to Leonie. “No, Leo. You’re going to do that. I don’t want to see a camera today. I meant on the BBS. I’m going to tell the fans. Maybe they can help, in some way…”
“You can’t be serious. A bunch of teeny-boppers?”
His eyes glinted like the blade of a knife in the sun when he looked at Leonie. “I am quite serious, Leo. It happens on that police show every week. I see no reason it couldn’t work for us.”
“Darren, most of your fans are fifteen years old.”
“So? Kids are more mature for their age today.”
“I don’t think you should.”
“Well I do, and that’s that!”
Ben and Lee looked at each other with raised eyebrows. For Darren, this argument was quite civil. No screaming. No breaking things. Was he more stressed than they thought?
They ate in silence for a few minutes. The only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Darren poked at his food more than eating.
“It okay, Dar?” Lee asked quietly.
His eye’s glistened as he raised them to look at Lee, struggling not to let the tears seize him again. ‘I need to be strong,’ he reminded himself for the hundredth time since waking.
“I’m sure it’s fine, Lee…. It’s just… wherever Danny is… he’s hungry. Cold, scared, and hungry.”
Darren’s quiet pronouncement caused them all to stop for a moment.
“We need to keep our strength up, Dar.” Ben finally broke the stillness. “Dan’s going to need us to be at our peak when they find him.”
Darren nodded absently. “If they find him…”
“I already told you, Darren, don’t talk like that.” Leonie scolded gently.
“I know you did,” Darren’s voice was barely a whisper as he choked back a sob. “But it was just last week that they found the body of that little girl who had been kidnapped.”
“What about the two girls they rescued a few days ago? They were kidnapped at gunpoint and survived unharmed.” Leonie pointed out.
He shrugged listlessly.
“You’ve got to be more positive, Darren. You more than any of us. Because of the deep bond you and Daniel share.”
Mutely Darren nodded, forcing a smile to his lips. “You’re right, of course. But it’s hard.”
Leonie reached across the table and put her hand over Darren’s. “I know it is. But you’ve got to be the strong one
this time.”
He nodded, swallowing noisily. “I-I’ll be in the den.”
“I still don’t think you should, Darren.” Leonie admonished as he stood up.
“But I’m going to.” Darren clenched his jaw, warning Leonie with his glare that she should not bring her opposition up again.
She slumped back in her chair; gaze locked momentarily, then gave in and nodded.
Daniel heard the sound of water running, and shivered.
Heard footsteps approach again.
Fingers brushed up and down his naked chest as a hand once again curved behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Holding him so tight he began to panic. Began to see a different kind of darkness behind the blindfold.
Then the lips were gone.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He managed to croak out.
“Because,” that voice began, “you’re beautiful…”
He was pulled forward then, and he felt the change from concrete to what seemed to be tile. Felt the caulked lines under his feet. Daniel choked and spluttered as water hit his face until the hands turned him.
The hot water felt good on his chilled skin.
Soon a hand was rubbing him, and he could feel the tiny bubbles of some type of soap, or body wash. The scent of coconut reached his nostrils, and he realized he could again breathe through his nose somewhat.
A rag wiped gently at his face.
“Blow.”
He hesitated… blushed… felt like a child who knew no better.
“Come on, blow.”
Daniel carefully slid his feet a bit, trying to find his center of balance, then did as the voice required.
The cloth was taken away a moment later. Soon, hands were massaging his scalp.
“Now, I’m going to remove your blindfold so I can clean your hair properly.”
Daniel swallowed nervously.
“If you open your eyes, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?”
Closing his eyes behind the blindfold, Daniel nodded, jaws clenched.
A slight push and tug, and he felt the blindfold fall. The hands resumed working his scalp. The heat of the water, and the kneading of the fingers, almost lulled him. Until the voice spoke. “Hold your breath.”
Hands pushed and guided him backwards under the spray. The water roared and cascaded over him. Memories of him and Darren showering together caused a stab of anguish that made him cringe.
The sharp squeak of handles, and the water ceased. Daniel shuddered. A towel over his head threw him slightly off balance; he cried out anxiously, and then bit his lip as the hands steadied him before briskly rubbing the towel over his hair.
They pulled him forward then, and he stumbled from the slight weight of the wet towel over his head.
Strong arms caught him before he fell. Supported him until he regained his balance.
“Now, make sure your eyes are closed. I’m going to take the towel off, and put the blindfold back on.”
Moments later the towel was slowly drawn off his head, and the blindfold restored.
A low growl met his ears. “You are so gorgeous.”
Fingers twisted in his hair; pulled him in for another deep kiss.
His breath sucked in sharply as the naked body pressed against his. He whimpered fearfully as he felt the man’s arousal press against his thigh.
The kiss was broken as the lips moved down his throat, around the side of his neck. He groaned as lips and teeth marked him.
When his stomach rumbled loudly, he blushed.
The voice chuckled, but it didn’t sound friendly.
“Getting hungry, hey?”
Hands pulled him again, and then turned him. Pushed him down by his shoulders. His knees bent, and he descended awkwardly.
A short distance. A round seat. A toilet.
He almost sighed with relief, but the heat of his blush stopped him.
“If you don’t go now, you’ll regret it,” the voice promised.
Daniel closed his eyes. Forced himself to relax. And relieved himself. When he moved to stand, the hands on his shoulders pushed him to his knees.
The smell of precum reached his nostrils then, and he felt sick.
“I’ve got some tube steak for your breakfast,” the voice taunted. “Do a good job, and I’ll reward you. Do a bad job—”
Daniel cowered at the threat. Grimaced inwardly as the weeping cock brushed his lips.
‘Just think of Darren… imagine it’s Darren. God I wish it was Darren.’
He opened his mouth as the cock pressed insistently.
‘What to tell the fans…’
Darren sat staring at the computer. At the blank page of their Journal, to be precise. He twirled the chair with his feet – left a little, right a little; back and forth, expelling nervous energy while trying to compose his thoughts.
‘Dear fans… this is hard for me… so please bear with me. I may stumble… and I may… ramble… but when I’m finished, I think you’ll understand.
‘Daniel… oh, my god… I’m sorry… just a minute.’
Darren sat back, feeling his heart hammering crazily in his chest. He closed his eyes, and swiped at the wetness on his face.
He took a deep breath, then sat up. Read over the little he’d written, and started again.
‘You have all been so wonderful. So supportive of our love for each other… I can’t begin to tell you how much that understanding means to us….
‘But todaneedneed… we need your help. Any of you who can help…. But you must be careful. I can’t stress this enough, because what I’m about to ask could be dangerous. Please be careful.
‘Danny was kidnapped last night… and I’m terrified for him…. We haven’t heard anything since about ten P.M. last night.
‘He was abducted when someone stole his car… or stole his car to kidnap him… I don’t know…
‘All I know is Danis mis missing, and I need your help to find him. We last saw him at Club Decibel, on Market St.
‘If any of you hear anything… or see anything please call Sgt. Byers at the 12th Precinct. Daniel drives a silver Mercedes
convertible. The license plate simply reads: Jonesy. The interior is aquamarine, cloth.
‘I know most of you are too young to do very much, but… if you could… please… please… keep Daniel in your thoughts. Please pray for him.
‘Gratefully yours, Darren…’
Darren slumped back in the chair. He felt drained. He laid his head back, and closed his eyes. Tried to imagine Danny. Where was he? What was happening to him?
He got that feeling of fear again. Fear and helplessness. Suddenly he was gagging, and running for the bathroom.
Daniel’s jaws ached. His tormentor’s thick cock thrust in and out of his mouth now, nearly gagging him every time it hit the back of his throat. Fingers curled painfully in his hair, holding his head firmly. The pain did nothing to distract him from his fear.
The animalistic grunts changed pitch, and Daniel knew he was close. He whimpered as his captor screamed, and buried his cock deep in the back of his throat.
Terrified, he struggled to swallow, a feat made harder by the fact that his breathing was now hampered by the obstruction in his throat.
He began to gag and choke; but still his head was firmly held to the’s g’s groin, the thick pubic hairs adding to his discomfort.
When the hands finally released him, he fell to the side, coughing to clear his throat; trying to take air into his burning lungs. He heard random sounds of movement, then footsteps approaching.
“NO!” He shrieked when hands touched his trembling body. “Don’t touch me! Please don’t touch me…” he begged. Loathed himself again for his weakness.
A hand stroked the side of his forehead, his hair.
“Shh…shhh… relax…. You were perfect.”
Daniel began to sob as his body shuddered.
Lips gently touched his cheek as he tried to turn his face toward the floor.
“You’ve earned a reward, beautiful.”
The hand caressed the length of his body, settling on his buttock for just a moment.
“You’d better stop crying. You wouldn’t want to get all congested again… though I must admit, I’m looking forward to bathing you again.”
Daniel’s shaking ceased momentarily as teeth bit his shoulder and he cried out.
“Now, why don’t you get some rest, and I’ll see to your reward.”
Fingers captured his hair again, pulling his head up, as lips pressed against his.
When the kiss ended, his head was carefully released to the floor again, and he heard the footsteps echo as they moved away.
He gasped for breath, as the tears continued to fall.
‘Darren… please hurry…’
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