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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.

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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 lives in San Francisco. And if this doesn’t sound like the San Francisco you know, please remember, this is fiction.

Rated: NC-17 -- Disturbing subject matter. Kidnapping, Non-Consensual sex, Bondage.

“…You abused me in a
way that I’ve never known…”

~~Darren Hayes, Break Me Shake Me~~

Savage Desire – Pt 5

“Are you sure you’re going to be all right, Darren?” Leonie asked again.

“Yes, Leo,” he took a sip of his honey-lemon tea, and grimmaced at the slightly odd taste created by the flavor of tea and mouthwash.

“You’re certain you don’t want to do this—”

“More positive than I’ve been of anything in my life, Leo. Those reporters can all go to hell, for all I care.”

“What makes you think they can’t help us? You thought the fans could.”

“Because they’re reporters. They’ve never given us anything but grief.”

Leonie sighed. “Okay. You’ll rest?”

“If you’ll quit talking to me,” Darren retorted acidly.

Leonie closed her eyes a moment. ‘Asking God for patience, I suppose.’ Darren thought.

She opened her eyes, and turned away silently. She nodded to Officer Patterson, who had arrived promptly romiromised, and they left.

Darren sighed and sipped his tea.

‘Oh, Danny…’

Lee came into the kitchen, joining him at the table. “You okay, Dar?”

Shrug… nod… “Yeah, as okay as I can be.”

“Think it was my cooking?” Lee asked with a wry grin.

Darren laughed. “No, I don’t think it was your cooking.”

Lee grinned back.”

“I was thinking about Daniel when I started gagging. Wondering what might be happening to him…”

Lee’s look became immediately sympathetic. “I’m sorry, Darren. You think he was choking?”

An icy shiver ran up Darren’s spine,causing him to shudder suddenly. He looked at Lee with wide eyes, unable to voice a response.

Suddenly, arms were around him, Lee’s head resting gently on the top of his own.

“I’m sorry, Dar…” Lee’s voice choked in a whisper.

Darren carefully set down his cup of tea, and then put his hands on Lee’s arms.

For a few minutes, neither man spoke. Simply supported each other.

“Have you thought about Yoga?” Lee asked suddenly.

“Yoga?”

“Yeah. Can’t you do some sort of projection or something?”

Darren chuckled. “No, Lee. It takes someone more practiced than me to be able to do that sort of thing automatically.”

“Oh.”

Giving Lee a final squeeze, Darren sat up and stretched his back slowly. “I think I should go do some of my relaxation exercises
though. I’ll be in the study for a bit."

Lee let go, and nodded. “I’ll be reading upstairs if you need me.”

“Thanks.”

Darren went into the den and closed the door. He walked over to the computer, and looked at the screen. Hundreds of new messages. Sympathy, cries of despair. He could certainly relate to those. He hoped the assistants with the BBS were understanding. He hadn’t had any complaints, but he wasn’t sure if they would tell him or not.

He picked up his cell phone, dialed a number, and waited a moment. “Cass, hi… thank you, I appreciate it. Yes, I’m doing as well as can be expected. Listen, about my post… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…. Thanks for understanding, babe…. More help? That’s great. Whatever you need. More servers, anything. Tell them to talk to Leo if they have a problem…” he chuckled. “That’s why I said it, I don’t think they want to talk to her, either. Thanks again, Cass.”

Silence after shutting down the cell. He went to the Street Team thread, and was immediately astonished. They had already organized by location within San Francisco. Contact numbers had been posted. Patrols had been organized. One girl’s father ran an electronics store and had offered the use of walkie-talkie’s to the teams if someone could organize their delivery.

Reading all those posts gave Darren real hope for the first time. God, had it really only been fourteen hours? Hadn’t he read somewhere that the first 24 were the most important to a kidnap victim?

Darren took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then sat down on the floor. ‘Hmm. What do I remember them saying about out-of-body experiences?’ He wracked his brain, trying to remember anything they’d said in his yoga class.

‘The consciousness can depart the physical body for short periods… remarkably common… and can occur under almost any circumstance, the majority being resting, dreaming or sleeping.

‘Not much to go on… I’ve never tried anything like this before. But if there is even a small chance that I could find Danny…’

He closed his eyes, and assumed the position that usually let him relax the quickest.

Pushed everything from his mind.

Thought only of his wonderful Danny.

Daniel slowly stretched his stiff legs. The cold floor left him aching. His arms, still cuffed behind his back, burned. For a moment he thought of trying to get up. Move. Get the blindfold off at least. But unless he could free his hands, he wouldn’t chance removing the blindfold. He believed his captor when the man said he would kill him if he looked.

His stomach churned uneasily, and he pressed his forehead to the concrete in an attempt to give him a focus away from his fears.

‘I am so pathetic. I’m a grown man, for god’s sake.’

‘How could I let something like this happen?’

‘Will I see Darren again? My family? My friends.’

Tremors gripped him once more, and again he bit his abused lip in an effort to keep from screeching at the images in his mind.

His head began to pound. The pain in his lip sliced through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter.

‘What if he never comes back? Oh, God. I don’t want to feel him again, but I don’t want to be alone.’

A change in the ambiance of the room caused Daniel to gasp sharply. He held his breath, strained to hear any sound.

Nothing.

But something had changed.

He could feel it.

Feel something.

But what?

“Darren?” He whispered shakily. “Is that you, Darren? Are you there?”

He shut his eyes tightly behind the blindfold. Whatever it was, it felt like Darren.

‘Dear God, don’t let him be captive too…’

When Darren opened his eyes, Lee sat across from him, Indian style. Lee’s eyes were contemplative, yet held concern too.

“I was worried,” Lee explained simply to the question in his eyes; then reached out with his right hand to brush a tear from Darren’s cheek. “You were ‘out’ about two hours, Dar. Leonie, Ben and the Officer have been back for a bit.”

Darren reached up and touched his own cheeks, somewhat surprised to find he’d been crying. Had he been crying the whole time? ‘Does it matter? Are you going crazy?’

Well, yes, probably he was. But he couldn’t. Not yet, anyway.

“He’s alive, Lee. I saw him.”

Lee nodded and slowly stood up, automatically brushed his hand against the seat of his pants, then held out his other hand to Darren. “Let’s go tell the others.”

Leonie looked at him questioningly. Ben was calmly sitting on the emerald green loveseat, drinking a Corona.

“Where’s Officer Patterson?”

“Out in his car, checking in, why?”

Darren studied his bare feet, and wondered if he should say anything. How much he should say. ‘Maybe they’ll
just laugh.’

“Dar,” Lee began, putting an arm around Darren’s shoulders and squeezing gently. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you something to drink. What would you like?”

“Just ice water, please. Thanks, Lee. I am feeling rather thirsty.”

He watched Lee leave the room, conscious of Ben and Leonie’s stares. He cleared his throat nervously, but didn’t raise his gaze from his hands in his lap.

Officer Patterson came back the same time Lee entered with Darren’s drink.

Darren managed a weak smile and a nod for Lee.

“I’ve got some news.” Officer Patterson spoke up.

They all looked at him. Lee slapping Darren on the back as he choked on his water.

“Prints have been identified.”

“Already?” Leonie asked, shocked.

Officer Patterson sighed. “Yes, ma’am. He’s a repeat offender. A Pea Pearson. He’s been arrested five times, but only convicted twice.”

“Only twice?” Darren jumped up, water flying everywhere. “Only twice? Isn’t that twice too many in his case? My God…”

Lee’s hand was on Darren’s shoulder, and Ben had moved in front of him, knowing how he could get when upset.

“Mr. Hayes, please remember the courts handle that. Not the police. If it’s any consolation at all, as a third time offender it’s life in prison if convicted.”

“If? What do you mean, if? He’s got Danny, isn’t that proof enough?”

“If they are together when he’s caught, yes. But there’ll still have to be a trial…”

“Oh, God.” Darren sank back onto the couch. All anger gone, and buried his face in his hands. “That will kill Danny,” he sighed.

“Dar? You going to tell them?” Lee asked gently to change the subject.

All eyes swiveled toward Darren now.

“I-um… I was meditating while you were gone… and, um… well, Lee suggested something. I’ve never tried it… but…” He looked at each of them, swallowing nervously.

“Go ahead, Dar,” Lee encouraged, crouching down to place a hand on Darren’s knee.

“Well, Lee asked me about out-of-body experiences.”

“What!” Ben guffawed, then choked at the black look Lee shot him.

“I mean, I’d heard about it before in Yoga class. But, I-I’d never thought of trying it, before now.”

He let his tone hang. Telling them without words that there was more, but he was uncertain about continuing.

“Were you successful, Mr. Hayes?”

“Wha-?” Darren looked at the officer, surprise as plain on his face as it was in his voice.

“We’ve had people give us this type of help before.” Patterson raised a disapproving eyebrow in Ben’s direction. “Psychics have proven helpful in several cases. Sergeant Byers considered the possibility of using a psychic, but it’ll be two more days before one is in town. So, if you please, Mr. Hayes, were you successful?”

Darren nodded silently, his mouth still slightly open.

“And?” The officer prompted gently.

“He-he’s blindfolded… bound somehow… but I couldn’t tell where, exactly. He-ah…he’s been raped, I think… and he’s a bit bruised… but he seemed okay… physically… other than that…”

“No indication of his surroundings at all?”

“Um… concrete… smooth… it seemed to be quite a large space. Columns of some sort, maybe…”

Officer Patterson nodded as he made notes on his pocket pad.

Daniel woke with a start. Exhaustion had forced sleep upon him, but now he heard sounds. How long ha bee been asleep? How long had he been a prisoner?

In his sleep-hazed mind, he couldn’t quite make out the voices.

‘Voices! Oh, God, no… please no…’

“Oh, you was right… he’s a purty one.”

“Just remember. Only once. Then my slate’s clean. I let you fuck him, and I don’t owe you anything.”

“Deal.”

He tried to scramble to his feet then, attempted to struggle when strong hands gripped his arms.

“No! Let me go… please, don’t do this…”

Again strange lips crushed his in a lust driven craving. He could smell stale beer. Taste the foul aftertaste on the tongue that plundered his mouth.

A hand pawed his body, his genitals, as another brushed over his chest roughly.

“We need some better way.”

“This way.”

The hands pulled him then, and he staggered as he vainly tried to shake himself free; though what he would do if they let go, he didn’t know.

Soon he was stopped. He stood shaking. One by one his hands were raised over his head again, and he began to despair. He loathed his helplessness. A tug, and the collar fell away.

He heard a sharp “snick”, and he gasped loudly as cold liquid cascaded down over him. Harsh laughter followed, and the sound of another can opening; another drenching of cold liquid. He coughed, and gasped again. Beer.

Then he was drowning in sensations. Lips on his body. Fingers brushing, probing, pinch str stroking. Teeth grazing, nipping,
biting. Tongues lapping the liquid on his skin.

Daniel’s mind spun at the onslaught. He screamed helplessly.

“No!” He couldn’t stop the cry as a warm mouth enveloped his rapidly hardening cock, while a tongue lapped at his entrance.

Moans and growls were his only reply.
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