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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. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt45
Weeks later found Sav leaving Nick in the loft of the stables, having spent the last several hours with him rolling around in the hay. Doing whatever Nick wanted him to do, to avoid being punished for whatever reason that Nick had targeted him for that night. He had came back to the house angry about something and dragged him to the barn to have his way with him. Still pulling hay from his hair, Sav went in the back door to the kitchen slamming it shut. He tossed his shoes on the floor, grabbed a bottle from the small frig and sucked it down. Setting it down on the counter with such force, it shattered.
“Rough night Sav?” Phil asked from behind him.
He turned and looked at him. “I didn’t see you sitting there.”
Phil took in his state of dress but said nothing. “I couldn’t sleep. Everything ok?”
“No, could be better.”
“What do you mean?”
“I found out something tonight that I didn’t want to know.”
“And that was…” Phil urged him.
“That Nick…uh…Why am I telling you this?…he…uh said…”
“Loves you,” Phil finished for him. Embarrassment crossed Sav's face. “What’s wrong with that? I love you too.”
Sav looked at him, “It’s not the same Phil.”
“What’s different about it?”
“You love me as a brother not… a lover.” Sav told him. The last words were softly spoken as he looked at the floor.
“There has to be something there or you wouldn’t keep doing this to yourself. Staying with him, doing what he asks of you.”
"He doesn't ask me anything, just demands and takes, forcing me to love him, when I don't," Sav shot back.
"I think you do, deep down." Phil replied as a matter of fact.
Sav was silent for a few moments, taking in what he said, when he looked up at Phil, there was hardness in his eyes that Phil had never seen before, “You’re right but… I love someone else.” With that, he headed upstairs leaving Phil to ponder his statement.
Phil felt for him and there was nothing he could do to help him, aside from being there when he needed someone to talk to. Sav was having a tough time, everybody could see what was going on, even if Sav didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pursue his relationship with Joe and end it with Nick. Which wouldn’t be a very good idea from what Phil could tell. Continue with Nick and forget about Joe or continue with Nick and pursue a closer relationship with Joe. Phil’s mind swam at the possibilities. Sav was in deep and maybe a little confused. It was definitely going to be an interesting year as everyone watched what happens from the background.
Sav went upstairs, grabbed his bag form Nick’s room and went to the one he had before. Nick wouldn’t be happy about him staying in this room instead of his, but he didn’t care. What Nick told him tonight was not sitting well, it was something he didn’t want to hear. Nick had to know that he didn’t have the same feelings for him and what he said tonight was not going to change anything. He was tired and didn’t want to think about it anymore, the sun would be up soon anyway. Sav stripped off his clothes and took a shower. He smelled like a horse and the hay that was in the loft of the stables. Drying off he considered going down to Joe’s room to see if he was awake. It was early morning and Joe wouldn't be up for hours still. Crawling into bed, he lay there for a while staring off in the semi-darkness. The door slammed opened and Nick came in.
“I thought you were staying in my room?” Nick said angrily.
“I changed my mind.” Sav told him.
Nick closed the distance between him and the bed. “You will stay in my room until I leave. Now get up and get your things.”
“You get your things and bring them here, because this is where I’m staying.”
“Why do you continue to defy me when you know what will happen?” Nick said glaring down at him.
“I’m not going to argue with you. I’m not sleeping in your room, so get the hint and get out.” Sav was struggling to hold his temper.
Without another word, Nick spun on his heels and stalked from the room. Sav was surprised by his sudden departure, figuring that Nick would physically dragged him back to his room. The conversation from earlier in the evening sprang to mind. Getting up, he slipped on his shorts and left his room. He checked on Joe first, knowing Nick, that would be the first place he would go. Joe was sleeping, no sounds of stressed breathing and a steady heart beat. It was the same with Vivian when he looked in on him. Rick was snoring loud enough to wake the neighbor’s if there were any living close by. Satisfied that Nick didn’t carry out his threats, Sav went back to his room. Removing his short’s he climbed back in bed and took a deep breath to calm himself. Realizing he was really tired, he drifted off to sleep as the sun breached the morning sky.
***
Days later Sav found everyone in the studio, picking through some of the songs that they had chosen to put on the album. Standing back without being noticed he listened to them go over the arrangements of the first song they were going to record.
“Do you think Sav would change his mind about his?” Phil asked.
“I doubt it.” Joe answered.
“I’d like to put in on the record.”
“So would I, but we can’t convince him of how good it is. Maybe the best one he’s ever written,” Joe commented. “We all agreed on that, but it’s not going to happen. We’ll just have to find another one to replace it.”
They were so intent on the conversation that no one had yet to notice him standing in the doorway, until he spoke, "No amount of pleading is going to get me to change my mind about that song, so give it a rest."
"How about a big, wet, sloppy kiss from Joe, would that change you mind?" Phil smirked.
Joe shoved him by the shoulder, almost knocking Phil from his chair at the soundboard.
"Not even that," Sav came over to the table chuckling. “So, which one are we starting on?”
Joe handed him the paper and Sav studied it. “Ok, this seems simple enough. Are we doing the entire record ourself’s or bringing someone in?”
“Sure, why not. We have enough experience.” Phil said.
“Who’s going to mix it?”
“You are.”
“Me!” Sav exclaimed.
“Yeah, you know more about mixing then any of us do. And you have good ears unlike the rest of us.” Joe reminded him.
“Just don’t be too tough on us.” Vivian put in.
Sav thought about this a few minutes before answering them. “Ok, I think I can do that, let’s get started then.”
They spent the next several hours recording the first song. Phil did his guitar parts first. Sav changed several notes to make it fit better with the rest or took some out to make it shorter. He listened to the demo and the changed version several times and shook his head, something was still missing.
Vivian and Phil were playing in one booth, while Sav, Joe and Rick were playing with the knobs on the soundboard when Nick came in.
Sav looked over at him and that old feeling he had when Nick had him locked in that room, hit him full force. He slowly stood up to face him, ready to protect anyone that was in the room, if he had too, “What do you want?” he asked.
Nick stood his full height, face full of contempt for the men that sat around his studio, “Come with me, Richard. We have unfinished business.”
“I’m busy working, maybe later.”
Nick took several strides toward him, when he was close enough, his hand swung up and backhanded Sav a cross the face. He stumbled back from the force of it, almost knocking Rick from his chair as he continued to the floor.
“aahh!” Sav yelled. He rolled over and looked down at his shoulder. The pencil that Rick had been holding, was halfway buried in his shoulder. Joe quickly bent down and was about to pull it out.
“Leave it!” Nick yelled.
Phil and Vivian saw the commotion, they put their guitars down and rushed into the sound booth. Rick had scrambled from the his chair and backed away from them. Nick came over and grabbed the pencil, shoving it further in, causing Sav to yell from the pain.
”Goddamnit Nick… ah... stop...”
Joe moved into action, intent on shoving Nick away, but when Nick spun his head to glare at him, his look gave him pause, daring Joe to interfere. As Nick still looked at him he pushed the pencil further. Sav clamped his mouth shut to keep from screaming as the pencil dug into his flesh, blood freely oozed from the wound. Nick grabbed the front of Sav’s shirt and yanked him to his feet, then began shove him toward the door. Sav tripped over the leg of a chair and landed on the floor again.
Nick closed the distance and kicked him in the side, “Get up!” he yelled and kicked him again when he didn’t move.
Joe went forward to stop him again, but Phil grabbed his arm. “Don’t interfere, Nick might turn on us.”
No one could do anything to stop Nick as he kicked him again. He finally reached down and hauled Sav to his feet, then half carried, half dragged him from the room. Nick took him to the back of the house where he entered a room, shoving Sav ahead of him, he slammed and locked the door behind them.
Walking slowly over to him, Nick circled like a vulture, a smug expression on his face, “Time for your punishment.”
Sav stood his ground. “Punishment for what?”
“For disobeying me.”
“When?” Sav shot back.
“When you refused to stay in my room while I was here.” Nick quickly walked over to the wall and opened a cabinet. Inside was a variety of swords, choosing two he went back over to Sav. “Take it.”
Sav took the sword from him. “I don’t know the first thing about this.”
“You must know a little. You have seen sword fights. Now all you have to do is keep from getting stabbed.” Nick told him and took his stance.
“Oh great. You have an advantage already. You don’t have a pencil sticking out of your shoulder and you’ve had centuries of practice.” Sav commented sarcastically.
With a quick movement of his hand, Nick cut him across his chest. Sav jumped back and stared back at him.
“Fine, if that is how you want to play.” he did the same as Nick and was ready for the next swing of his sword.
“For some one that has never done this before. You are good.” Nick said smiling.
“Maybe I got it from you.”
“Perhaps.” Nick replied as his sword swung down and caught Sav on the leg.
They danced back and forth across the floor, neither one giving an inch. Nick laughed at him several times as his sword missed its mark. Nick manage to get in many more cut’s on him and Sav was starting to feel the effects from loss of blood. He stumbled, giving Nick the opportunity to slash him again. Sav finally stopped and glared at Nick. Bending over, he put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Nick’s sword came into view and Sav looked up him. Placing the sword under his chin, Nick forced him to stand.
“You should never let your guard down, it could mean your death.” Nick smirked softly.
Sav brought up his own sword and knocked it away, “I’m tired of playing this game.” he said hatefully and threw his sword off to the side.
Nick stared at him a moment. Then he swung his fist up and caught Sav in the jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. Flopping over on his back, he stared up at the ceiling, not having the energy to get up. Nick knelt beside him, running his hand along his chest, grabbing the pencil and pushed it further in. “I’ll expect you to be in my room when I return, don't disappoint me or give me cause to come looking for you.” Nick said coldly.
Sav stared up into the cold steel blue of Nick's eyes and barely nodded his reply. Once Nick release the wooden pencil, he flinched from the pain. Rolling onto his side, he groaned from the movement as pain shot through him again from every part of his body. He heard Nick close the door on his way out, leaving him there to lick his own wounds.
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Joe heard the door slam and hoped it was Nick leaving. They had tried to get into the room, but the door was bolted tight. They all heard the fight going on behind that door. Sav yelling at Nick and the laughter that followed. After fifteen minutes passed and Sav didn’t show up, Joe got up from the table.
“Let’s go,” he told them. “Grab a couple of bottles Vivian.”
Vivian grabbed them from the pantry and quickly caught up to them as they reached the door. Joe turned the knob and was relieved to find it unlocked. None of them have ventured into this room until now, stopping long enough to take in the large room that was void of any furniture, just a cabinet with a lot of old looking swords and guns. Splatters of blood were crisscrossed on the floor and everyone’s eyes fell on Sav. Joe moved quickly across the floor and knelt down beside him, gently turning him over. Sav yelped from the pain of his own movements.
“Oh man.” Rick said running his fingers through his hair.
Joe turned and looked at him. “He’ll be fine.” he reached up to take the bottles form Vivian. Setting them down beside him, he took a deep breath gripping the pencil, getting ready to pull it out.
Sav jerked away. “No!” he yelled. “Leave it!”
Joe saw the amber glow in his eyes, but it didn't stop him from wanting to help ease the pain that he knew Sav was in, “It has to come out.” he told him softly. Hope the soothing tone in his voice would help calm him.
“No, just leave it.” Sav said in a weak voice.
Without even thinking of what he was doing, Joe reached up and softly caressed his cheek, then whispered, “We can’t do that.”
Sav looked up at him, easily getting lost in Joe's green, caring eyes, just as a shiver ran through him, not from the pain, but from his gentle touch. With a slight nod of his head, Sav put his trust in Joe and braced himself for what he was going to do.
Joe braced himself and gripped the pencil, "Is this going to hurt? I really don't want to hurt you."
Sav tried to laughed, but failed. "Probably. Just do it and get it over with."
"Ok, ready?" Holding his breath Joe pulled hard and barely felt the pencil move. Sav tried not to scream when he felt it move, but the excruciating pain won.
Losing his grip, Joe fell backwards. “Shit!” he scrambled back up and looked down at Sav. His eyes were tightly shut and his breathing hard and labored. "Sorry, its going to be harder than I though," Joe he turned to the others. “It’s going to take all of us to get this out. Vivian you hold his shoulders down, Rick that arm and lay across his legs. Phil help me pull the damn thing out.”
Everyone moved into place. Vivian looked down at Sav, he could see the lines of pain across his face and his fangs were fully extended. “Joe, isn’t this dangerous? I mean, he is stronger than all of us combined.”
“Yes it is, but would you rather let him die.” Joe shot back. “When we pull it out, everyone move away. I’m not sure how he is going to react.”
“All the more reason not to do it.” Vivian said worriedly glancing up at him.
Bracing themselves for the task at hand, Joe and Phil gripped the pencil. There wasn’t much sticking out, so Phil had to hold Joe’s hand. Sav squirmed and growled deep in his throat as they set themselves to pull.
“Ready?” Joe asked. Everyone nodded. “One… two… three.”
Joe and Phil pulled as Vivian held down his shoulders. Sav screamed again and struggled to get away from them. Joe grunted as he felt the pencil start to give and suddenly gave way, they stumbled back as the pencil came free. Vivian and Rick scrambled away as Sav bolted to his feet. He spun his head in their direction and then over at Joe when he yelled his name as he got to his feet. He was barely stably on his feet when Sav tackled him back to the floor. Joe threw his forearm up to try and hold him off, but to no avail. Sav grabbed it and sank his fangs into his arm, pulling hard on the warm blood. Joe’s sharp intake of breath got Phil’s attention and he moved in their direction.
“No… the bottles!” Joe yelled.
Phil ran over and snatched up the two bottles and brought them over to him. Joe was struggling to pull his arm away from Sav, he took the bottle that Phil handed over to him.
“That’s enough,” Joe said when he didn’t get a response he yelled. “Enough!” Sav opened his eyes and glared down at him, then at the bottle Joe held in front of him. He withdrew his fangs and grabbed the glass container, draining it in seconds. Phil held out the other, he took it and drained it also. Joe sat up and put pressure on his still bleeding arm. He watched as Sav dropped the other bottle and scooted to the wall, breathing heavily.
“Joe, are you alright?” Phil asked.
“I’m fine.” he said a little breathlessly.
Vivian came over and helped Joe to his feet, “Did he just do what…”
“Yeah, he did.” Joe answered and looked down at his arm, it was still bleeding.
“What about him, he’ll be ok right?” Rick asked.
“Give him a couple of hours and he’ll be fine, no marks to speak off.” Phil said.
“You guys go ahead out. I’ll stay here with him until he has calmed down.” Joe said.
“Are you sure?’ Vivian said a little worried as he looked over at Sav. He could still see that he was not in control, his alter ego within him stayed in view.
“Yes, I’m sure. Now go before he comes after one of you. Phil, bring several more bottles in and sit them just inside the door, then close it behind you.” Joe told him.
“Ok. Come on guys it’ll be ok. If any one can get him under control it’s Joe, trust me.”
Walking slowly to the door they went out, closing it softly behind them. Joe walked unsteadily over to the wall to lean against it and slide to the floor. He glanced at his arm, the blood was dripping to the floor beside him. “I’m still bleeding.” he said softly, looking over at Sav.
Sav's lids fluttered open to meet his. The rich blue that Joe was use to seeing greeted him. Sav got up and slowly moved toward him, then sat down beside Joe and glanced at his arm. Pulling it toward him, he brushed Joe’s hand aside and gently clamped his mouth over the holes. Sucking lightly, he could tell they were still open by the amount of blood that came out. Taking a little more, he pulled it away and licked the wounds until they closed. Joe closed his eyes at the sensation it created when he was doing that. Sav let go of him, then moved away again.
After a long silence between them, the only sound in the room was their steady breathing, Sav broke the silence in a soft whisper, “I broke my promise to you, Joe.”
“What was that?” Joe said, turning his head to look at him.
“That I would never to that again.”
“It couldn’t be helped. You were not in control and in pain, so you lashed out at the one that caused that.”
“You didn't cause this pain,” Sav whispered again. “I could have taken every drop.”
“But you didn’t.” Joe reminded him.
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of what Nick is doing and he’s not going to change.”
“Only you can make him go away.”
Sav slipped down the wall, “I know.”
“Come over here.” Joe beckoned with his hand.
Sav scooted across the slick floor to him and Joe pulled him close. Sav laid his head down on his leg. “I’m just so tired.” he repeated.
“We’ll get through this in one piece, all five of us.” Joe told him as he stroked back the hair that had fallen in Sav's face. They sat there for a while. Sav had drifted off to sleep from Joe’s soft reassuring touch.
Sleeping is what he needed right now. Joe knew that it helped in the healing when Nick did this to him. 'Maybe they should just leave.' Joe thought. 'No that wouldn’t help either because Nick probably wouldn’t let Sav leave.' Even if they did, he would just come after him, just like last time. The next year was going to be hell every time Nick came to the house. 'This isn't going to work. We are leaving tonight if possible.' Joe couldn’t sit around anymore and watch what was happening with Sav and not be able to do anything about it.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door banged open and Nick came striding in. Once he saw them, he was furious at how intimate they looked together. “He is supposed to be in my room waiting for me.” Nick said angrily.
“He didn’t have the energy to get there. So why don’t you just leave him alone for the rest of the night?”
“Are you telling me what to do?” Nick said menacingly.
“Yes. He is staying with me tonight.”
“Is that so,” Nick smugly smiled. “He belongs to me Mr. Elliott.”
“You don’t own him Nick.” Joe said angrily.
Nick glared at him a moment. “Ah… I see. You want him now. You want what we have together.”
“The only thing you have together is pain and misery.” Joe retorted.
“It will never happen between the two of you.” Nick reached down to grab Sav, yanked him to his feet. Barely able to stand, Sav fought him as Nick pushed him toward the door and up to his room, slamming the door behind them. “Remove your clothes.” Nick demanded.
“And if I don’t?” Sav replied weakly.
“Then I will remove them myself.”
Nick watched as he started removing his clothes and he did the same. He came over to Sav and ran his hand along his face and into his hair. Gripping it tight, Sav resisted, pulling back slightly to glare at Nick. “You will not pursue this relationship with your Mr. Elliott or the consequence will be fatal next time.”
“I don’t care what you do to me anymore Nick, just leave him alone.” Sav pleaded.
Nick pulled him close, running his hand down his back. Nick was aroused just looking at him and crushed his mouth to his. It didn’t matter to him if Sav was ready for him or not, Nick took him forcibly. Sav struggled against his firm grip. It only brought more pain as Nick drove deep inside him. He sank in his fangs brutally into Sav's shoulder and drank his fill. Nick shoved him forward on the bed, he dressed as he stared down at him.
“I’ll have your things brought here, you will stay in this room.” Nick demanded hotly.
Sav was to exhausted to argue the point, he knew it wouldn't do good. Not saying a word to Nick, he crawled under the cool sheets, finally giving into the demands of his own body to sleep.
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