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The Brothel	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2659 -:- 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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Chapter 5-The Grand Table

When I awoke there was a cold space beside me, David was gone but I was not alone.

“Looks like he’s not staying for seconds.” A familiar voice sneered.

I grabbed the bedcovers in an attempt to cover up but Stuart ripped the blanket from my hands.

“My goodness a shy rent boy!” he laughed staring down at my nude lower frame, which I quickly covered with a pillow.

“Tell me Darrel, did you enjoy your initiation?” He asked while circling the bed in a menacing manner, a wry grin on his lips.

“No complaints from either party.” I answered “And it’s Darren.”

“I assume you used protection then.” He smiled broadly at my stunned expression. “I’ll take your ‘deer in headlights’ expression as a no shall I?” He walked gracefully over to my bedside dresser. “Here.” He said opening the second drawer. I scooted over to look and felt my jaw drop at its contents. Lubricants, flavoured condoms, dildos, handcuffs and a Polaroid camera were few among many.

“My favourites the ghetto ring.” Stuart shared, yawning and looking at his watch.

“What in hell’s a ghetto ring?”

“I’ll tell you when your older Darrel.”

“Well we must do this again sometime.” I looked towards the door, to him and back to the door again.

“Don’t flatter yourself I didn’t come to chat. I was sent to collect you. We’re congregating downstairs in ten minutes.”

“We?”

“The boys.” He looked at me and yawned to show I was the source of his boredom. He was damn charming when he wanted to be.

I was almost afraid to ask the next question and embarrassed to admit the only rooms I had ever gone to were Dr Lewis’, the bathroom and mine.

“I’ll show you down.” He said as if reading my thoughts. “Just hurry up and get dressed, you come down like that and Elijah will pitch a fit.” He tried unsuccessfully to keep the jealousy out of his voice. I smiled inwardly at my slight triumph over him. I dressed quickly, aware of Stuart’s watchful eyes. When I was fully clothed he wrinkled his nose in disgust and I politely told him he could go copulate with himself. Laughing under his breath he turned from me and made a motion for me to follow and reluctantly I did.

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I walked behind him down the winding long stairway ignoring the knots in the pit of my stomach. Instead I concentrated on the houses’ décor, it truly was a beautiful mansion. I was busy praying for a quick and painless death when I realised that we had reached the bottom.

“We really need to get a lift huh?” I quipped smiling brightly at Stuart.

“Shut up.” Sighing loudly I did as he requested.

He ushered me into a large dining hall. It appeared we were the last to arrive.

“Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me and don’t have any horny thoughts about me.” Catching my look he continued. “Oh please someone like you is bound to dream about someone like me. We always want what we can’t afford.” Before I could think of a bitter retort he had already took a seat, leaving me looking awkward in front of the table.

I kept my eyes on the floor and bribed it with goodies if it would just swallow me up. Finally Paul spotting me cried “Darren!” and leapt to his feet drawing me to a seat near him at the head of the table. “Sit, Sit! Please.” I thanked him and sat down, grimacing as the chair squeaked across the hard wood floor. Paul patted my hand in a reassuring manner. “You’ll be fine.” he whispered.

Clearing his throat he announced “Our hero has arrived, after Elijah’s continuous patter you can finally found out if he really is the Second Coming.” There was some chuckles and groans from others, at the far side of the table sat a very red Elijah. Meeting his eyes I grinned and he happily smiled back.

“Let’s go back to play-school shall we? We’ll go around the table and introduce ourselves. Won’t that be fun?” Paul asked, ignoring the cries of protest he continued “I’ll go first. My names Paul McGann I am co-owner of this little establishment. I enjoy Charles Dickens novels and the odd V.C Andrews. I also play squash in my spare time. Continue…” He made a motion with his hand to the beautiful brunette at his left.

“My names Orlando Bloom I’ve been here for two years now...err I like…err football.” He blushed and I smiled at him, trying not to sink into those warm brown eyes. The next voice startled me out of my trance.

“Brian fucking Molko, like fucking could fuck all night, every night. Wanna fuck YOU! in fact.” He smiled toothily at me.

“Brian!” Paul leant over and slapped Brian’s hand gently “Naughty boy! No swearing at this table and do not make our new friend embarrassed.” He tutted fussily.

“But look at him! He’s hot! I’d be a fool not to.” He gestured wildly at me and licked his rouged lips suggestively, adding a wink to top it off.

“Brian I won’t tell you again. A sharp tongue does not mean you have a keen mind, now quiet!” Paul warned. ”Now moving on…”

“ I’m Darius Danesh.” A deep silk throated voice said. The voice belonged to a coffee skinned young man who was incredibly tall with thick black hair “Charmed to make your acquaintance.” He held out his hand and I took it but instead of shaking it he placed gentle kisses all the round my wrist sending shivers up my spine.

“Damn wish I thought of that.” Said Brian “’Cept I’d take his coc...”

“BRIAN! This is a dining table! You want to talk smut feel free to leave and do so outside. Understood?” Brian crossed his arms and pouted.

“Understood?” Paul said again.

“Yes Sir.” Brian said sneaking a mischievous glance my way.

The role call continued coming to a man with unruly blonde hair and a large friendly smile.

“Heath. And I like...” He paused, an intent expression on his face.

"Heath always finds himself lost in thought" Stuart spoke up. "It's an unfamiliar territory."

“Stuart if that’s what is passing for wit these days I’d hate to see you on a bad day.” Paul chided and Stuart’s smug expression immediately fell. Fiddling with an unseen piece of lint on his clothes he grew silent.

“Err… Jason Berh, pleased to meet you.” A well-built young man said breaking the tension.

“Pleased to meet you as well.” I answered politely causing Stuart to mutter insults under his breath.

“Well you know me!” Elijah laughed. “And this is Joshua Hartnett you’ll get even less out of him then you will out of Heath.” He pointed to his side at a handsome sullen looking boy whom nodded at me, I nodded back feeling like a mimic and concentrated on the last person at the table.

It was Dr Damian Lewis.

“You know me but I fill you in on what I do here.” He begun straightening up in his chair. ” I help Paul run the place and mainly help out with illnesses that many other Doctors would get suspicious about.” He raised his eyebrows at Brian.

“Well stop giving me the diseased ones!” the pretty one shouted.

“Does that happen a lot then?” I asked ignoring Brian’s foot nudging my own.

“Well we check our clients before they are allowed with our boys. You have to become a member you can’t just wander in off the streets and once you’re a member they’re subjected to monthly check-ups but yes sometimes a disease slips through.” He concluded.

“Has anyone ever gotten…” I paused uncertain but aware that this new illness that was sweeping the world that had already falsely became referred to as ‘the gay disease’.

“A.I.D’s? Never.” There was a defensive quality to Damian’s voice now. “But we still insist on protection being worn at all times.”

“Your first rule broken Darren.” Stuart chirped up. Trust him to finally get my name right now. I felt the others eyes on me and my face grew hot.

“I guess I forgot.” I mumbled

“You FORGOT?” ewisewis’ voice was accusing in its tone.

“Oh I like a rebel.” Brian chuckled nudging my foot again.

“What’s wrong with you? You idiot boy?” Lewis was shouting now.

“Oh no this won’t do stop it boys.” Paul spoke calmly sipping his tea naturally as if nothing had happened “You checked Darren’s blood while he slept and Bowie we know is a honest regular we’re crying over nothing here. Heath pass the cookies please.” I felt a mild annoyance at the invasion in my sleep but said nothing.

“You said he was street-wise Paul! Really! If you’re going to let any child join could you at least look for ones with something between their ears.” Damian finished angrily.

I stared at the tablecloth until I felt tears burn the back of my eyes. We sat quiet for a while until I could take it no more and pushed my chair out.

“Excuse me. ” I said in a strangled whisper and ran from the room never looking back and ignoring Elijah’s shouting.

Once there I lay on my bed running through my head as many swear words directed at Lewis and me as I could manage. After a while it grew dark and exhausted from the day’s event’s I started drifting off to sleep only waking when I heard someone enter my room.

“Hello?” It was Paul

“Hello.” I replied dully. He lay on his side down beside me on the bed his head resting on his hand and looking at me for a while. “I know what will make you happy again.”

“What?”

“ Well Stuart wanted it to be a surprise but I guess…” Interested now I sat up and looked at him.

“What is it?”

“We’re having a party.” I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

“A party? In honour of my leaving.”

“In honour of you yes, your leaving? Not on my watch soldier.” He said saying the last part in a camp voice. I laughed and pulled my knees up to my chin.

“And what happens at this party?” I asked.

“Stuart will kill me.”

“At the party? What happened to ‘Pin The Tail On The Donkey’?.” He smiled at this and stoked my face.

“Your so sweet Darren. Melodramatic, but sweet.”

“For the love of all that’s good and pure tell me!”

“Well Stuart has asked me to invite our most distinguished clients and has organised the entertainment.”

“Which is…?”

“Why you Darren. You’re the entertainment.”

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Elijah, Stuart and Darren put on a show
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